Martians In My Brian
MARTIANS IN MY BRAIN
MARTIANS IN MY BRAIN
I'M NOT REALLY INSANE
IT'S THOSE MARTIANS IN MY BRAIN
I'M NOT THE ONE TO BLAME
IF I'M ACTING QUITE INSANE
TIS A CRYING SHAME
IT'S THOSE TINY DANG MARTIANS IN MY BRIAN
I WASN'T REALLY HERE WHEN THEY CAME
TO SNEAK INSIDE MY BRAIN
DID THEY ENTER FROM A DREAM OR DROP OF RAIN
THOSE TINY DANG MARTIANS IN MY BRAIN
THEY MAKE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD UNTIL IT PAINS
I'M ODDLY DIFFERENT BUT STRANGELY THE SAME
PEOPLE AVOID ME BUT GIVE ME FAME
I'M THE GUY WITH THE MARTIANS IN MY BRAIN
I ALWAYS THRIST FOR TANG
AND MUMBLE LOUDLY AS I SANG
I'M FOREVER KNOCKING BUT NEVER RANG
IT'S THOSE TINY DANG MARTIANS IN MY BRAIN
I LEFT BEFORE I REMAIN
I HEAR THEM MOCKING MY GOOD NAME
AND FOR REASON I WILL EXPLAIN
ICE CREAM HEADACHE FREEZES MY BRAIN
ICE CREAM HEADACHE FREEZES MY BRAIN
CAUSES THE MARTIANS TO FLEE MY BRAIN
SO WHY DO I ACT JUST THE SAME
i miss those little green martians in my brain
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2013
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