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….
Never heard of it, but judging from the lyrics, it’s not what they were eating, more likely something they were smokin’! Nice shot though.
Too bad I cannot share my scrambled eggs with roasted chills with you. Very delicious. Don’t have much time to visit blogs while on vacation, but I ALWAYS visit yours. Don’t know why; perhaps my brains are just scrambled. PS When are you going to get ride of the black hole on the portal?