Barbecue My Brain Letra

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! (etc....)