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Brain replaced by something With only the side of my nose for company These and those and them ones What d’you call it It’ll come to me Brain replaced by something With only the side of my nose for company These and those and them ones What d’you call it The unnameable It’ll come to me Trapped inside a head In control in the kitchen area I run a tight ship Spatula pot and crumb tray A wipeable place A greaseproof type of thing Green food Brown food Brain replaced by something These and those and them ones A floating dumpling Baggy eyes I run a tight ship Helicopter circling Kalashnikov to look forward to It’s a glam musical