Hear my brane a coming

Down your slender track

Ever since I went away I've been wishing I was back

Oh yeah, wishing I could quack



Feel me head a coming

Through your window pane

The glass melts when the head comes through and seals back 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



She there when I'm hungry

Rob me when I'm bad

Teach me foreign languages

But don't give me any food

Ah no, don't give me anything to eat