More Big Birds - Dry Cleaning

Brain replaced by something

With only the side of my nose for company

These and those and them ones

What’d you call it?

It’ll come to me

Brain replaced by something

With only the side of my nose for company

These and those and them ones, what’d you call it?

The unnameable

It’ll come to me

Trapped inside a head

In control in the kitchen area

I run a tight ship

Spatula pot and crumb tray

A wipeable place

A greaseproof type of thing

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Green food, brown food

Brain replaced by something

These and those and them ones

A floating dumpling, baggy eyes

I run a tight ship

Helicopter circling

Kalashnikov to look forward to

It’s a glam musical

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