Sweetbreads

Well we've been doing this song all over the UK and, and
 We haven't brought it to the mainland yet but
 It's very interesting to erm, it deals with erm, erm
 It's calls sweetbreads, it deals with erm, the, issues
 The numerous issues involved in consuming erm, organs of an animal
 And everywhere we go we find sweet bread means a different thing
 And I guess that's why they call it variety means but
 Anyway, it's a really awful song, here we go
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 When I was a little boy I threw away my action toys
 While I became obsessed with operation
 With hearts and minds and certain glands
 You learn to keep a steady hand
 And thus began a morbid fascination with
 Sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking
 Ooh, sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons blinking
 Do you wonder where the self resides
 Is it in your head or between your sides
 And who's going to decide its true location?
 'Cause it's a question for the centuries
 From communion to mad cow disease
 But is it worthy of a song, all life's location?
 Oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all
 Within the kingdom of afar
 Call them thoughts and metaphor-inations
 They call them
 Sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking
 Ooh, sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking
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 Does the thought of bowels red and black
 The thought of tongues that taste you back
 Fill you with a nauseous elation
 Where a simple trip to the grocery store
 Could fill you with an abject horror
 Can you taste the misery of those crustaceans?
 Oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all
 Within the kingdom of afar should've caused some silent machinations
 They call them
 Sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking
 Ooh, sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons blinking
 Aw, I could taste what you were thinking
 Oh, give me your thoughts about sweetbread