| . . . . . . . . . . It's far too early in the morning To be trying to call you And far too early in the daytime To be thinking about that. |
| . . . . . . . . . . It's far too early in the morning To be trying to call you And far too early in the daytime To be thinking about that. |
| Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come. Corporation t-shirts, stupid bloody Tuesday. Man, you've been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long. I am the eggman (woo), they are the eggmen (woo), I am the walrus, Goo goo ga joob. Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye. Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, Boy, you been a naughty girl and you let your knickers down. I am the eggman (woo), they are the eggmen (woo), I am the walrus, Goo goo ga joob. |

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