| | |
| Oneday I made a kind of omlette | |
| I don't know can you call it so | |
| How could I apologize to the mother hen | |
| “I confess, I've wasted your own struggle” | |
| Never had such an awful object | |
| And I hope I never do again | |
| Writing 50 times “I should not be so” | |
| I was blue all through the day | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, in my brain | |
| Oneday she made a kind of omlette | |
| And I know you gotta call it so | |
| “E.G.G.“”is,for me, the magic spell | |
| And she's a master class witch | |
| What the hell! don't need no status, honor, money, | |
| Or sweet sweet romance | |
| How miserable, to live | |
| A life without eggs | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, | |
| GIMME SOME EGGS! | |
| (breaking eggshells takes you high) | |
| sometimes it lets me feel so dizzy | |
| (breaking eggshells takes you high) | |
| sometimes it makes me mad | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, | |
| Can I tell......!? | |
| GIMME SOME EGGS! |
| Oneday I made a kind of omlette | |
| I don' t know can you call it so | |
| How could I apologize to the mother hen | |
| " I confess, I' ve wasted your own struggle" | |
| Never had such an awful object | |
| And I hope I never do again | |
| Writing 50 times " I should not be so" | |
| I was blue all through the day | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can' t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, in my brain | |
| Oneday she made a kind of omlette | |
| And I know you gotta call it so | |
| " E. G. G."" is, for me, the magic spell | |
| And she' s a master class witch | |
| What the hell! don' t need no status, honor, money, | |
| Or sweet sweet romance | |
| How miserable, to live | |
| A life without eggs | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can' t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, | |
| GIMME SOME EGGS! | |
| breaking eggshells takes you high | |
| sometimes it lets me feel so dizzy | |
| breaking eggshells takes you high | |
| sometimes it makes me mad | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can' t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can' t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, | |
| Can I tell......!? | |
| GIMME SOME EGGS! |
| Oneday I made a kind of omlette | |
| I don' t know can you call it so | |
| How could I apologize to the mother hen | |
| " I confess, I' ve wasted your own struggle" | |
| Never had such an awful object | |
| And I hope I never do again | |
| Writing 50 times " I should not be so" | |
| I was blue all through the day | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can' t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, in my brain | |
| Oneday she made a kind of omlette | |
| And I know you gotta call it so | |
| " E. G. G."" is, for me, the magic spell | |
| And she' s a master class witch | |
| What the hell! don' t need no status, honor, money, | |
| Or sweet sweet romance | |
| How miserable, to live | |
| A life without eggs | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can' t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, | |
| GIMME SOME EGGS! | |
| breaking eggshells takes you high | |
| sometimes it lets me feel so dizzy | |
| breaking eggshells takes you high | |
| sometimes it makes me mad | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can' t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, | |
| Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggs | |
| Can' t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, | |
| Can I tell......!? | |
| GIMME SOME EGGS! |