Fool’s brain, uh-oh!
Fool’s brain: slipping it in so it will live again.
Igor the normal brain dropped,
Slipped and it dropped; sticky floor, sopped; Igor then hopped back to Doc’s shop, where up he chopped bodies then sought a lightning shock that’s strong.

Then he stuck the organ wacky
In the brainpan of his monster,
With big spar—an endowed boy
Who’ll make the Doc’s girl’s mons stir.
He’s dressed in crappy clothes;
He ain’t got a pretty nose,
But it’s wrong. . .fool’s, but it’s wrong!

Fool’s brain, oh no!
Fool’s brain: zipping it in so it will live again.
Seams do show where it’s sutured on top.

Zipped it up top; fit for the shock; Igor had dropped the one they sought; naughty. . .no talk, didn’t tell Doc; if the thing walks along. . ? !

Used some cotton thread and needle
To install the thing that ponders.
With shovels they’d gone mining;
They’d become corpse absconders.
They rued not what they did
As they wrestled coffin lids.
They used strong tools. This was wrong!

Fool’s brain, uh-huh!
Fool’s brain: living’s the thing, and it’s deranged;
It keeps going; it won’t stop.
Rigid its walk; rigid its c**k; missing its socks; givin’ folks shocks; little it talks as it stalks along.

The gray matter’s full of madness
And is bad the working order.
But it dons shoes and shuffles
Through “Puttin’ on. . .” well, sorta.
A pipe’ll be transplant-
ed; Docdong makes his gal pant.
Got a strong tool. . .monster schlong.

Got a long tool, plenty long. . .mule swain.