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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.
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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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