Lyrics

Well I went down to the town witch doctor
He shook his rattles and said
I'll make you one offer mister
I'll give you twenty dollars for your head

What would you do with my head
What would you do with this brain
The first I like to collect
The rest I'd probably frame

Well I went down to the man on the street
I asked him what he'd give for my head
He said well you know I'm really more into feet
But I'll give you my last piece of bread

What would you do with my head
What would you do with this brain
The first I'd keep as a pet
The rest I'd probably frame

I always thought that I was worth more
Maybe a four on a scale to five
But I found out my actual score
Was well below the poverty line

Well I went to a friend to hold her
Cause I knew that she'd hold me back
I'd rest my head on her shoulder
She'd get me back on track

I'd tell her about that card carrying witch doctor
I'd tell her about that card carrying bum
I knew that their offers would shock her
But she agreed with them

What would you do with my head
What would you do with this brain
The first I'd place by the bed
The rest I'd probably frame

I said what would you do with my head
What would you do with this brain
The first I'd place by the bed
The rest I'd probably frame

Well they all want my head for cheap
They all want my brains those creeps
They all want me dead for keeps
And where they gonna hang the frames