E.G.G.-Cymbals

One day I made a kind of omelette 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 One day she made a kind of omelette 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!