I could while away the hours, pretendin' I had Jacob's powers, While brewin' up some rain And my head would not be hurtin' from the stuff that isn't certain If I didn't have a brain.
I'd be happy with the mystery, while forgettin' all the history And I wouldn't feel the pain. Oh, what were those writers thinkin'? That was really close to stinkin' And it's too bad I've got a brain.
Oh, I could just accept the beauty, and not think it was dooty, if I could be a tuti-frutti I would not be called a hater, just a frickin' couch potater Already quite insane. I'd not be fightin' with the masses, and I have those rosy glasses If I didn't have a brain.