Sweetbreads

Well we've been doing this song all over the UK and, and
We haven't brought it to the mainland yet but
It's very interesting to erm, it deals with erm, erm
It's calls sweetbreads, it deals with erm, the, issues
The numerous issues involved in consuming erm, organs of an animal
And everywhere we go we find sweet bread means a different thing
And I guess that's why they call it variety means but
Anyway, it's a really awful song, here we go

When I was a little boy I threw away my action toys
While I became obsessed with operation
With hearts and minds and certain glands
You learn to keep a steady hand
And thus began a morbid fascination with

Sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking
Ooh, sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons blinking

Do you wonder where the self resides
Is it in your head or between your sides
And who's going to decide its true location?
'Cause it's a question for the centuries
From communion to mad cow disease
But is it worthy of a song, all life's location?

Oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all
Within the kingdom of afar
Call them thoughts and metaphor-inations
They call them

Sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking
Ooh, sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking

Does the thought of bowels red and black
The thought of tongues that taste you back
Fill you with a nauseous elation
Where a simple trip to the grocery store
Could fill you with an abject horror
Can you taste the misery of those crustaceans?

Oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all
Within the kingdom of afar should've caused some silent machinations
They call them

Sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking
Ooh, sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons blinking

Aw, I could taste what you were thinking
Oh, give me your thoughts about sweetbread