Song Lyrics

Wake up Put on my makeup And pick the rake up And rake my hair
And I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands
On my hands, I'm looking down, and I can't see what I've got On my hands there's a Brain Problem Situation
Twenty nine inches of snow on the top of the Situation on the Brain And the scraper I buried somewhere in the springtime will emerge
And I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation in the bag
In the bag, in the paper bag, is the source of the call It was traced to the paper bag Yes the call has been traced to the bag
Stand up And put our hand up And with our eyes closed We touch our nose
And the cop tells us, but we don't know But we're starting to feel like we got a Brain Problem Situation on our hands We think, officer, but we don't know But we're starting to feel like we got a Brain Problem Situation on our hands On our hands
Ooo ooo
On our hands
In the drunk tank We're in the drunk tank We're in the drunk tank All by ourselves
And I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands
And I think, maybe, but I don't know But I'm starting to feel like I got a Brain Problem Situation on my hands On my hands

John C Flansburgh, John S Linnell

The duration of Sketchy Galore is 2:21 minutes and seconds.