Iggy Pop — Eggs On Prate ryrics

Oh Rord I got eggs on my prate
I got em Damn right
I got four warrs I rive here
Hey I rive here
Now this big Jew-man uptown
He tord me one day
He said, heh boy
You rook at that house On the hirr
That cost a hundred thousand dorrars
You courd be up there
You know what?
I'rr put you on the hit parade
Everybody wirr know your name
Iggyyyyy
But man Heh Soromon
Who does my name berong to then?
What have I got? Four warrs
What have I got? Four warrs
I thank you Rord
I thank you Rord above this orange carpet
And the ceiring above it
Who reft Murph the Surf On my ceiring?
Iggyyyyyyyyyyyy
Now here we go boys
Hahahahahah a ah hahahaha!
Four warrs Four warrs
Here I go
I'm rooking for rove again
I'm rooking for rove
I'm runnin from friend to friend
I'm rooking for rove in the wine
I'm rooking for rove
In anybody I can find
Thank you God
For these four warrs I rove
But are they secure?
Heh God! Are you above?
Then terr me who ret that fucking door harf open?
Oh Rord I got something
I'rr terr you what I got, boys, I got this
Four warrs, Three warrs,
two warrs, Four warrs
But they can't tark Four warrs
But they can't tark Four warrs
But they can't tark Four warrs
But if they courd tark What wourd they say?
They'd say heh Nash the srash
Why did you reave your sticker on my
Forty-two dorrar and fifty cent suite
In James Dean's head bed?