Valleys mist surrounding,
Lost in smooth confounding,
Find myself another day,
Smooth brain, lost face, compounding.
She's quirky, always left behind, her mind outside.
The cloud that shrouds occupy her mind.
Wait, was there more to this verse? Hmm?
We call it NeuroSpicy, yeah,
No one ever seems to get it, no.
And it's not like cayenne, tarragon, marjoram,
Sweet Cecily, yeah.
I'll bet no body wants to be ya.
They call it NeuroSpicy.
Slick like a slip and slide, smooth brain its over high,
All lathered up.
Bubble thoughts go pop,
I thought my mind was made up, but I guess I got distracted.
By those new shoes, by that new hair,
By every sensory stimulant hanging in the air.
Somethings got to give but it wont be Smooth Brians.
(Brian, Brian, Brian, Brian)
We call it NeuroSpicy, yeah,
No one ever seems to get it, no.
And it's not like cayenne, tarragon, marjoram,
Sweet Cecily, yeah.
I'll bet no body wants to be ya.
Hey, hey, hey.
They call it NeuroSpicy.
Smooth brain, Smooth Brians.
Smooth brain, we are Smooth Brians.
Smooth brain, Smooth Brians.
Smooth brain, we are Smooth Brians