the soft boys
sandra's having her brain out
Sandra's having her brain out Sandra's having her brain out Sandra's having her brain out, now And she feels alright Like a slot machine Like a pimple too  You don't really need a brain, ducky If you're a girl It's like tonsils They're more trouble than they're worth  Sandra's having her brain out Sandra's having her brain out out out out Out out Sandra's been to nightmare school Sandra done a collage of nightmares Slept with a virus and slept with a mule Now, she works in a shop in a crimpolene hairnet And she works in a shop in the south Now she waddles around in a crimpolene hairnet Tickets grow out of her mouth  Someone's pulling your leaves off Someone's pulling your leaves off Someone's pulling your leaves off Someone's pulling your leaves off Pull 'em off  Sandra's having her brain out Brenda's having her heart washed Norman's having his soul dry-cleaned Sandra's having her brain out Brenda's having her heart washed Barry's having his mind replaced  And they feel alright! Like a naked bulb Like a living bulb  Bloaty's having his Bloaty's having his Bloaty's having his Bloaty's having his Bloaty's having his newt installed