Brain Washed

If only I could wash my brain My mind would be so clean Then certainly I would be so sane And no way to be mean I’d scrub away all the pain I had Scrub away all the bad hair days I'd scrub away, scrub away, scrub away All the awful news that’s bad and sad With soap-on-a-rope I-be-no-dope With bubbles bobbling from my pot With suds I’d be your bud I’d change the world with a single thot Never again would my head get hot And everyone would think like me . . . NOT! Yet everyone everywhere started to just have fun No more head games, no more games that are lame Just play, dance, and sing has a good ring to live by Grow Money Trees where money were leaves And everything purchased was for free My head’s full of cotton candy rainbow dreams I wish for the impossible possible plea “Wake Up!” is what I’d scream From this dream within a dream "Let’s all wash our brains from the same river stream. "