[Intro]
I think we're gonna get this one right though, aren't we? This is the one song we've rehearsed that's new that I really am very confident we're gonna get right. Mainly because we haven't actually rehearsed it at all and you don't know it at, at all. But I think it's gonna work out. This one's called "The Brain of Britain." I'm uh, it's from the sci-folk movement. I don't know what that is. It's just me and Country Joe McDonald as far as I know. Here it is. And this is the one where I kind of need that. Here we go. Ready?

[Verse 1]
The Brain of Britain sits in the Tower of London
Protected by the ravens
The prime minister and the cabinet, they queue up to consult it
On urgent matters of state
And it sits suspended in fluid
Attached to some electrodes
It's a scene straight out of Star Wars or Star Trek

[Verse 2]
The Brain of Britain masterminds the nation
From this curious vantage point
It's an oracle, it's a magic eight-ball
And it only gives out three answers (And I can't tell you what they are....)
And it's the best kept secret of all
That John Major is a pawn to the power
Of a prime piece of meat that's called
The Brain of Britain

[Verse 3]
The Brain of Britain was born into this limbo
It knows no other existence
Its consciousness floats just like an island
And it communicates only by pulse
And the Queen swears allegiance to the brain
But the future King wants to kick it
Like a football through the streets of London
And that spells trouble
[Verse 4]
The Brain of Britain has no Wizard of Oz
Pulling the protein strings
Well, science can't explain the superbrain away
And that's the terrifying thing
'Cause the brain can't see the world
It can't see no big picture
Just a colour-by-numbers
Before the next election

[Outro]
The Brain of Britain sits in the Tower of London
Protected by the ravens

Thank you.