[Cymbals] E.G.G.

Song Title : E. G. G.
Song by : Cymbals
Music By : 沖井礼二     
Words By : 沖井礼二

Oneday I made a kind of omelette
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 omelette
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!

(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 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!