Lyrik von Cymbals E.G.G.,Komponist:沖井礼二,Schriftsteller:沖井礼二
Sänger : Cymbals
Schriftsteller : 沖井礼二
Komponist : 沖井礼二
Oneday I made a kind of omeletteI don't know can you call it soHow could I apologize to the mother hen"I confess, I've wasted your own struggle"Never had such an awful objectAnd I hope I never do againWriting 50 times "I should not be so"I was blue all through the day Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggsCan't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, in my brain Oneday she made a kind of omeletteAnd I know you gotta call it so"E.G.G." is, for me, the magic spellAnd she's a master class witchWhat the hell don't need no status, honor, moneyOr sweet sweet romanceHow miserable, to liveA life without eggs Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggsCan't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain,GIMME SOME EGGS! (breaking eggshells takes you high)sometimes it lets me feel so dizzy(breaking eggshells takes you high)sometimes it makes me mad Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggsCan't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, Can I tell that feeling when I eat some supreme eggsCan't explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain,Can I tell......!?GIMME SOME EGGS!