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Martin Mull
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Eggs
Chicken dinner every Sunday
It's spaghetti on Wednesday nights
Off to the neighbors
For that late night bite
And now I'm home and hungry
And all I have in front of me
Is eggs
It doesn't matter how you cook them eggs
I'd be gladder if someone took them eggs
They remind me of a chicken and I'd rather have a chicken than eggs.
Oh those eggs
Doesn't matter how you cook them eggs
I'd be gladder if someone took them eggs
They remind me of a chicken and I'd rather have a chicken than eggs.
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I got mind to ramble
I got an egg to scramble
I think that them eggs are swell
But keep those honkeys in their cell, them eggs
Oh my heart's achin' for the thing next to bacon, yeah.
Eggs. That's all it is, nothin' but a song about eggs.
(here we go Peter, cook it up...)
Oh those eggs
Doesn't matter how you cook them eggs
I'd be gladder if someone took them eggs
They remind me of a chicken and I'd rather have a chicken than eggs.
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