From: Harry.Smothers@f281.n120.z1.fidonet.org Newsgroups: alt.music.filk Subject: Only a Brain X-Sender: newtout 0.08 Feb 23 1993 Date: 23 Feb 93 22:09:00 Only A Brain - Harry Smothers (cf. "Only A Game" by Tom Paxton) (Based on Young Frankenstein) While walking on innocent late p.m. With paper and famous name My eye did scan the grime-covered glass, The words on my paper the same I entered and looked for the name I sought, And one of the domes I did gain I reached it, I grabbed it, I slipped - and it broke. Oh, well, it was only a brain. Cho. Only a brain, only a brain, I'm muttering under my breath Only a brain, only a brain -- undying is "just" undeath I talk to myself as I limp down the street -- My Master will scream. What a shame. 'Cause I used to be mellow and grab the right parts. Now I mumble, "It's only a brain." I'd been sent after a brain, after all, A brain from a great scientist This brain, I was told, was the finishing piece, The very last one on the list I still had to come back with something, I knew, Or my Master would tear out his mane, So I grabbed "Abby Normal" and lunged for the hills -- After all, it was only a brain. (Cho.) It's back to the lab, and I shifted my hump, Just to give Master a start He was fitting and stitching a few more lumps, It looked like this one was the heart. My Master was just getting into it good, And he twisted and whirled and spun And he fitted the ears, and he stitched down the wrists, And he bellowed, "My God! Nearly done!" (Cho.) I don't know what happened; I don't want to know. I have my whole life to recover. But something was wrong with that sad little brain That the Master was bound to discover. The Monster arose from his giant slab, His anger was mated with pain; But sedation was near, so we swallowed our fear of this giant with abnormal brain. (Cho.) Now that it's over, that everything's fine, I think we were all overwrought. It seems that the fluid that ran up his spine Was too "something", I still don't know what. We got it all fixed in the nick of time Before "Ratchet-Arm" has his way Now Master and Monster both gained something large -- But that is a different Lay. (Cho.) (c.) 1993 by Gerald Bliss --- T.A.G. 2.6d Standard