Sing the song .... "Well, I called New York and talked to that brain quack
And said - Doc I gotta have my old brain back
He said - I'm sorry there, Mr. Cash, but I can't do that
He said - I put your brain in a chicken last monday
He's singing your songs and makin' lots of money
And I got him signed to a ten-year recording contract." Oh, God Damn it.
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