I am he as you are he as you are meAnd we are all together The Walrus See how they run like pigs from a gunSee how they flyI'm crying
Sitting on a corn flakeWaiting for the van to comeCorporation T-shirt, stupid bloody TuesdayMan you've been a naughty boyYou let your face grow long
I am the egg manThey are the egg menI am the walrusGoo goo g'joob
Mister City policeman sittingPretty little policemen in a rowSee how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they runI'm crying, I'm cryingI'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custardDripping from a dead dog's eyeCrabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestessBoy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
I am the egg manThey are the egg menI am the walrusGoo goo g'joob
Sitting in an English gardenWaiting for the sunIf the sun don't come you get a tanFrom standing in the English rain
I am the egg man (now good sir)They are the egg men (a poor man, made tame to fortune's blows)I am the walrusGoo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob (good pity)
Expert, texpert choking smokersDon't you think the joker laughs at you (ho ho ho, hee hee hee, hah hah hah)See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snideI'm crying
Semolina PilchardClimbing up the Eiffel towerElementary penguin singing Hare KrishnaMan, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe
I am the egg manThey are the egg menI am the walrusGoo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joobGoo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, gooJoob, joob, joobaJooba, jooba, joobaJoob, joobaJoob, jooba
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper (jooba, jooba)Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumperEverybody's got one (umpa, umpa)Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
SlaveThou hast slain meVillain, take my purseIf I everBury my bodyThe letters which though find'st about meTo Edmund Earl of GloucesterSeek him out upon the British PartyO untimely deathI know thee wellA serviceable villain, as duteous to the vices of thy mistress As badness would desireWhat, is is he dead?Sit you down, Father, rest you
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