I want to know the secret
Of life and the universe
So I asked of Caesar's daughter
But she didn't say a word
Now the word was there beforehand
Before all the evil speak
It's both way you say amd how you say
And sometimes it sounds so cheap
But I don't care what you say
It's in the brainbox
It's in your breadbox
It's in your dreadlocks
It's in my red socks
I saked the Delphic virgins
What's in the stars today
And I grabbed a slightly lapsed one
And took her home to play
Now that was no solution
To my enquiring mind
Her thights had not the answer
I was trying to find
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He seemed like an old timer
With the knowing hands of a god
He found water in my desert
Without the aid of a rod
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It's in the brainbox
It's in the full stop
It's in the dreadlocks
It's in the dead, dead, dead fox
It's in the brainbox
Brainbox
Brainbox
Brainbox
Writer(s): Paul Roberts, Jean Jacques Burnel, David Paul Greenfield, Brian John Duffy, John Andrew Ellis
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