Brains-eating song

In all honor of Tom T. Hall, I hereby make this satire:

In some of my songs I have casually mentioned
The fact that I like to eat brains
This little song is more to the point
Roll out the corpse and don’t mind the stains…

I like brains. They’re good gray, pink, or pus-rotted yellow!
I like brains. They help me unwind and sometimes they make me feel mellow (makes her feel mell-ow)
Kidney’s are too rough, sirloin costs too much, tripe’s smell still remains
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like brains (she likes brains)

My spouse often frowns when we’re out on the town
And I’m wearing a new pair of arms
He’s sipping Scotch while I’m nibbling a notch
From the neck of a waiter screaming alarms, but…

I like brains. They’re good pink, or pus-rotted yellow!
I like brains. They help me unwind and sometimes they make me feel mellow (makes her feel mell-ow)
Kidney’s are too rough, sirloin costs too much, tripe’s smell still remains
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like brains (she likes brains)

Last night I dreamed that I was gunned down
And my head was removed from my spine
Aw, the gunner saw my brains start to leak down the drain
Tasted them and said they were sublime!  They were quite fiiiiiiiiine!

I like brains. They’re good pink, or pus-rotted yellow!
I like brains. They help me unwind and sometimes they make me feel mellow (makes her feel mell-ow)
Kidney’s are too rough, sirloin costs too much, tripe’s smell still remains
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like brains (she likes brains)

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