Hear My Brane - The Soft Boys

Hear my brain a-comin' down your slender track

Ever since I went away I been wishin' I was back

Oh yeah, wishin' I could quack

Feel my head a-comin' through your window pane

The glass knows when the head comes through and seals up again

Oh yes, indeed, quite so, in fact

Maybe you’ll remember, maybe you’ll forget

It doesn’t matter very much, it hasn’t happened yet

Oh no, it hasn’t happened yet

She sells brain cells

She sells brain

Shoot me when I’m hungry, rob me when I’m bad

Teach me foreign languages, but don’t give me any food

Oh no, don’t give me anything to eat