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| I don't know about
your brain - But mine is really . . . bossy I come home from a day on the golf course And I find all these messages Scribbled on wrinkled up scraps of paper And they say things like: Why don't you get a real job? Or: You and what army? Or: Get a horse. And then I hear this voice Coming from the back of my head Yep! It's my brain again And when my brain talks to me, he says: |
Take
me out to the ball game |