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Let's make an omlette out of Egg-Head Beat him hard until he's stiff Spill the oil and flip him over Boil him Push him through the sieve Maybe sit him on the wall A sad mistake - we knew he'd fall All the horses All the men Tried hard Could not repair him Here inside this egg-world I take on another shape A shell that breaks just means a new horizon Piece of cake See me rising in your lava lamp And set upon the hill The amber nectar yellow peril Perched upon your window sill Dripping Dancing Humming I whistle as I work Dripping Dripping Watch out world I'm turning nova |
