Lyricist:沖井礼二
Composer:沖井礼二
Oneday i made a kind of omlette
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 feeling when i eat some supreme eggs
Can’t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain, in my brain
Oneday she made a kind of omlette
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 feeling when i eat some supreme eggs
Can’t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain
Gimme some eggs!
Sometimes it lets me feel so dizzy
Sometimes it makes me mad
Can i tell that feeling when i eat some supreme eggs
Can’t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain
Can i tell that feeling when i eat some supreme eggs
Can’t explain that feeling flying high, deep in my brain
Can i tell……!?
Gimme some eggs!
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