Scrambled Brains

EGG! EGG! EGG! The vocals need to sound sarcastic Where you can sing about burning plastic My Casio keyboard's overheating Guitar riff that's always repeating The same 4 chords you have heard before My music teacher only taught me simple chords It sounds like you're drunk and the songs sound kinda junk Then you know it's the sound of... EGG PUNK! It's like punk but EGG Everyday I eat scrambled eggs With a bit of beer from a party keg The last night's party is still in my head And I have to work with my knucklehead boss I'd rather live on the streets without a leader With the mad rats and my music teacher 'Cause the government's dumb Making me feel glum Let's rip off their thumb and blast... EGG PUNK! (Yeah) How do you like your punk? With EGG! EGG! What's that smell? It's the sound of EGG! EGG PUNK! What's in those eggs? EGG! EGG! EGG! EGG! Nailed it!