Mind Like a Playgroup Songtext

von The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy

I have a mind like a playgroup with kiddies on the carpet
Toys on the table and lots and lots of noise
People leave their thoughts here
Like they'd leave their kids there
While they go out drinking and chasing boys.

I don't care, even if they do stare
I don't care, I don't mind at all
I don't care, even if they do stare
I haven't got a mind at all.
(La la la la la la la)


People wouldn't leave their kiddies on the M1
Might get run over, splish splat dead
So why do they assume that I've got any room for
All their stuff inside my head?

I don't care, even if you do stare
I don't care, I don't mind at all
I don't care, even if you do stare
I haven't got a mind at all.
(La la la la la la la)

Mind like a bathroom, splishy splashy bathroom
Mind like a bathroom with little rubber ducks
Mind like a bathroom with soap and talcum powder
Mind like a bathroom with little rubber ducks

I don't care, even if I do stare
I don't care, I don't mind at all
I don't care, I might as well not be there
I haven't got a mind at
I haven't got a mind at
I haven't got a mind at all.