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