The Soft Boys
Hear My Brane
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