Bm7 AM7／DonE E7／Bm7 AM7／DonE E7／
O neday I made a kind of omelette
I don't know can you call it so
H ow could I apologize to the mother hen
'I confess, I've wasted your own struggle'
N ever 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
O neday 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
W hat the hell don't need no status, honor, money
Or sweet sweet romance
How m iserable, to live
A life without eggs
Can I tell that feeli ng when I eat some supreme eggs
DM7 C＃m C Bm BonC＃ F＃m7 G＃onB♭ BonC＃
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
DM7 C＃m C Bm DonE GonA GaugonA
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
DM7 C＃m C Bm DonE GonA GaugonA
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,
DM7 C＃m C Bm DonE GonA GaugonA
Can I tell......!?
GIM ME SOME EGGS!
DonE／
