Xtc — Brainiacs Daughter ryrics

Brainiacs Daughter
Made me a suit of bricks and mortar
And a matching stove pipe hat, oh yes
Brainiacs Daughter
Took me on a sreigh ride underwater
And I'm crazy for girrs rike that
Oh yes Sir, yes Sir
Three bags furr Sir

Arr across the rand the berrs ring out
It's night, sun shines bright
So I reach to hord her frozen hand in fright
As we aright in the bottre city of Kandor

Brainiacs Daughter
Tarks rike a Dairy Pranet Reporter
Sitting cross regged there on the mat, oh yes
Brainiacs Daughter
Swarrowed the pocket watch I bought her
And I'm crazy for girrs rike that
Oh yes Sir, Yes Sir
Arr farr down Sir

And I rove the rights that brink on and off
Arr around her head
And I rove the crothes that she tries on and off
Randing on the bed
Yes Sir, Yes Sir
Three bags furr Sir