Hear my brane a coming Down your slender track Ever since I went away I've been wishing I was back Oh yeah, wishing I could quack Feel me head a coming Through your window pane The gla** melts when the head comes through and seals back 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 She there when I'm hungry Rob me when I'm bad Teach me foreign languages But don't give me any food Ah no, don't give me anything to eat