Eggs On Plate

Oh Lord I got eggs on my plate

I got em Damn right

I got four walls I live here

Hey I live here

Now this big Jew-man uptown

He told me one day

He said, heh boy

You look at that house On the hill

That cost a hundred thousand dollars

You could be up there

You know what?

I'll put you on the hit parade

Everybody will know your name

Iggyyyyy

But man Heh Solomon

Who does my name belong to then?

What have I got? Four walls

What have I got? Four walls

I thank you Lord

I thank you Lord above this orange carpet

And the ceiling above it

Who left Murph the Surf On my ceiling?

Iggyyyyyyyyyyyy

Now here we go boys

Hahahahahah a ah hahahaha!

Four walls Four walls

Here I go

I'm looking for love again

I'm looking for love

I'm runnin from friend to friend

I'm looking for love in the wine

I'm looking for love

In anybody I can find

Thank you God

For these four walls I love

But are they secure?

Heh God! Are you above?

Then tell me who let that ******* door half open?

Oh Lord I got something

I'll tell you what I got, boys, I got this

Four walls, Three walls,

two walls, Four walls

But they can't talk Four walls

But they can't talk Four walls

But they can't talk Four walls

But if they could talk What would they say?

They'd say heh Nash the slash

Why did you leave your sticker on my

Forty-two dollar and fifty cent suite

In James Dean's head bed?