my other brain thinks in sixes and nines all the time
lobotomy-less mess, brain is stressed, brain is less than im-p-r-e-s-s-pressed
perhaps one should decapitate and shed one's inner reprobate
but what would you do with the time?
the frustration would turn anyone to crime
one should only sing so high, a castrato's trade has all but died
but john wayne bobbit did alright, and his looks like it's stuck on with araldite
my other brain thinks in sixes and nines all the time
throbbing headache does not a brain make, brain, fake b-r-a-i-n
hardcore gents removed their bits 'cause ideas came in spurts and fits
but what would you do with the time?
the frustration would turn anyone to crime
fair enough, they came up trumps but groupies don't dig pelvic stumps
who wants a nubbiny thatch? who wants an itch they can never scratch?
i'll spend all my hardened wealth just learning to control myself
i'll speak to my sexy sensei
he ain't no miagi, he can help you leave the whacks off
you can leave your other brain in peace (x2)
leave your other brain in peace, pick up the pen and earn your keep
my other brain thinks in sixes and nines some of the time
throbbing headaches happen less, brain is less than s-t-r-e-s-s-stressed
why should one decapitate, testosterone's what keeps us straight
not tempting fate (x2)
keeps us straight, keeps us straight, not tempting fate
my other brain