Lyrics They Might Be Giants

They Might Be Giants

Brain Problem Situation

Wake up

Put on my makeup

And pick the rake up

And rake my hair

And I think, maybe

But I don't know

But I'm starting to feel like

I got a brain problem

Situation on my hands

I think, maybe

But I don't know

But I'm starting to feel like

I got a brain problem

Situation on my hands

I think, maybe

But I don't know

But I'm starting to feel like

I got a brain problem

Situation on my hands

On my hands

I'm looking down

And I can see what I got

On my hands

Is a brain problem situation

Twenty-nine inches

Of snow on the top

Of the situation on the brain

And the scraper I buried

Somewhere in the

Springtime will emerge

And I think, maybe

But I don't know

But I'm starting to feel like

I got a brain problem

Situation on my hands

I think, maybe

But I don't know

But I'm starting to feel like

I got a brain problem

Situation in the bag

In the bag, in the paper bag

Is the source of the call

It was traced

To the paper bag

Yes, the call has been traced

To the bag

Stand up

And put our hand up

And with our eyes closed

We touch our nose

And the cop tells us

But we don't know

But we're starting to feel like

We got a brain problem

Situation on our hands

We think, officer

But we don't know

But we're starting to feel like

We got a brain problem

Situation on our hands

On our hands

On our hands

In the drunk tank

We're in the drunk tank

We're in the drunk tank

All by ourselves

And I think, maybe

But I don't know

But I'm starting to feel like

I got a brain problem

Situation on my hands

I think, maybe

But I don't know

But I'm starting to feel like

I got a brain problem

Situation on my hands

On my hands