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Lonely Brain's Club (by Diogenes Bob)
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When we describe happiness
Or our emotional pain,
Why do we credit the heart
When these come from the brain?
When we are rejected,
That emotional thud
Comes from the brain;
The heart just pumps blood.
When we succeed
In life's hustle and bustle,
It's the brain that feels the joy;
The heart is just a muscle.
To credit the heart,
And slight the brain
Is just not right;
It seems such a shame.
But it would be difficult
To right this great wrong
Because we'd have to change the words
To so many songs.
And if this were done
They would not sound the same.
Can you imagine
An "Achy Breaky Brain?"
If these changes were made
They would not set well.
Would people want to listen to
"Brain Break Hotel?"
And can you imagine
A bigger fiasco
Than "I Left My Brain
In San Francisco?"
So although it is improper,
And scientifically wrong,
We must keep it like it is
For the sake of all these songs.
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