Wake up
Put on my makeup
And pick the rake up
And rake my hair
And I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
On my hands, I'm looking down, and I can't see what I've got
On my hands there's a Brain Problem Situation
Twenty nine inches of snow on the top of the Situation on the Brain
And the scraper I buried somewhere in the springtime will emerge
And I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation in the bag
In the bag, in the paper bag, is the source of the call
It was traced to the paper bag
Yes the call has been traced to the bag
Stand up
And put our hand up
And with our eyes closed
We touch our nose
And the cop tells us, but we don't know
But we're starting to feel like we got a
Brain Problem Situation on our hands
We think, officer, but we don't know
But we're starting to feel like we got a
Brain Problem Situation on our hands
On our hands
Ooo ooo
On our hands
In the drunk tank
We're in the drunk tank
We're in the drunk tank
All by ourselves
And I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
And I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
On my hands
Writer(s): John Robert King, Michael S Simpson, John Flansburgh, John S Linnell
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