Mind Like a Playgroup by The Jazz Butcher

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 there 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, I might as well not be there,
I haven't got a mind at all.

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People wouldn't leave their kiddies on the freeway,
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 they 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 all.

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I have a mind like a bathroom, splishy sploshy bathroom,
A mind like a bathroom with little rubber ducks,
I have a mind like a bathroom, with soap and talcum powder,
Mind like a bathroom with little rubber ducks.

I don't care, even if they 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 all.

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