Тексты песен A Halo Called Fred

are flying inside my head and it hurts ow ow ow ow ow ow. Aliens are flying inside my head and it really really hurts ow ow. Aliens are flying round and round inside my head and it hurts ow ow ow ow.

You can eat my brain and paint my skull, but in conversation I'll be deadly dull, 'cause I'm a dead guy. You can scrape off the road and put me on a plate, or you're gonna have to cancel our dinner da

Do they remember the way he had that friendly rivalry with Big Bird? "Hi, Mr. Looper", he would say. "HOOPER, Hooper", came the response. Mr. Hooper was good. Mr. Hooper was nice.

My brain. Where has it gone from whence it came? There it goes, wave to it. There it goes, wave to it!!! My brain. It's off to terrains where it can be insane. How lame, how lame! Come back, Mr. Brai