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Barbecue My Brain Lyrics

Album/Collection: Barbecue My Brain
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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!                                            
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THE END                                                                         
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Barbecue My Brain Lyrics