I'm bored of watching T.V. and pickin' on the dog, so I hopped on my motorcycle in the fog. And I ride to the all-nite motorway cafe. Oh God, I'm lookin' for a stray.
You ain't got no brains (you got no brains) You ain't got no brains (you got no brains) I said you, you ain't got no brains you ain't got nuthin' at all.
Then this girl she walks in, her hair's in a mess. So I buy her a tea and say. 'That's a nice dress'. And then we talk of taxis, undergroun trains. Two grown adults and we got no brains. No brains.