|By: They Might Be Giants|
The Egg, exciting and old The Egg, you'll do what you're told The Egg, the Egg, no corners for you
The Egg, permission to land The Egg, where should I stand? The Egg, the Egg, no corners for you
Poured concrete flowing into organic shapes Carpet, wood trim, and some velvet drapes Combine to make one perfect place
From the outside I am thinking I'm a number, not a man From the outside I am thinking What were they thinking?
The Egg, when will it hatch? The Egg, please leave off the latch The Egg, the Egg, no corners for you No corners for you No corners for you