Performed by the Flaming Underwear (Gli and Clo)

Written by J-yawn, Clo, and Gli

(c) 1992 Crotchless Music

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CHORUS:

Well you can barbecue my brain

But it won't taste good

You can fry it up on a plate

But I still won't like it

You can add cottage cheese to it

Or even sour cream

But if you barbecue my brain

It just won't taste good



It's a stormy Saturday night

And you're in a funny mood

You wear a lab coat in the kitchen

And experiment with some food

As the thunder pounds the darkness

A smirk forms on your face

And with a sinister laugh

You add picante sauce by Pace



You say, "Soon it's time for dinner

And boy will it be great

The main course is all but done

Soon you'll have some on your plate

But first a small donation

From you I will require

You won't be needing to THINK to taste

I want to broil the meal on the fire!"



CHORUS



Suddenly, you get an idea

--That's when I get scared

You said, "The last ingredient is in your head

And the sauce is all prepared!!!"

"Thank you Dr. Frankenstein

For all your inspiration

If you could just be here

To sample my new creation!!!"



CHORUS



Please, good Dr. Evilfood

You simply must be kidding

My brain, it simply wouldn't taste good

So please put down that ice cream scoop!



INTERLUDE



Please, come to your senses

Or soon I will have none!

Hey, Evilfood! Please don't remove

My only cerebrum!!!

"Upon the first bite, I find

It tastes like shit, and so:

Consequently, you were right -

Too bad you'll NEVER KNOW!



CHORUS



His rare delicacy

Was prepared in great haste

Maybe now you'll learn

A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!

A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!

A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!

A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!

A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!

A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO TASTE!

(etc....)



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