Sandra's having her brain out now And she feels alright Like a slot machine Like a pinball hook You don't really need a brain, ducky If you're a girl, it's like tonsils They're more trouble than they're worth Out, out, out, out, out Sandra's been to nightmare school Sandra done a collage of nightmares Slept with a virus and slept with a mule Now she works in a shop in a crimplene hairnet She works in a shop in the south Now she waddles around in a crimplene hairnet Tickets grow out of her mouth Someone's pulling your leaves off Someone's pulling your leaves off Someone's pulling your leaves off Someone's pulling your leaves off Pull 'em off Brenda's having her heart washed Norman's having his soul dry cleaned Brenda's having her heart washed Harry's having his mind replaced And they feel alright Like a naked bulb Like a living bulb Bloaty's having his newt Bloaty's having his newt Bloaty's having his newt installed