Em7 DM7／GonA A7／Em7 DM7／GonA A7／
Oneday 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 feeli ng when I eat some supreme eggs
Can't explain that feeli ng flying high, deep in my br ain, in my brain
Oneday 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 feeli ng when I eat some supreme eggs
GM7 F＃m F Em EonF＃ Bm7 C＃onE♭ EonF＃
Can't explain that feeli ng flying high, deep in my brain ,
GIMME SOME EGGS!
(breaking eggshel ls takes you high)
sometimes it lets me feel so dizzy
(breaking eggshel ls takes you high)
sometimes it m akes me mad
GM7 F＃m F Em GonA ConD CaugonD
Can I tell that feeli ng when I eat some supreme eggs
Can't explain that feeli ng flying high, deep in my br ain, in my brain
GM7 F＃m F Em GonA ConD CaugonD
Can I tell that feeli ng when I eat some supreme eggs
Can't explain that feeli ng flying high, deep in my br ain,
GM7 F＃m F Em GonA ConD CaugonD
Can I tell......!?
GIM ME SOME EGGS!
