Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.
I don’t know what they put in the eggs back then, but if it makes you write lyrics like these, I’ll have some…
“Waiter…. a 26 egg omelette, if you don’t mind…”
Organic ones from the folks from Finthen on the market.
Last stupid bloody Tuesday, actually….