Lyrics Sandra's Having Her Brain Out - The Soft Boys

Sandra's Having Her Brain Out

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