Iggy Pop - Eggs on a Plate lyrics
[Iggy Pop - Eggs on a Plate lyrics]
Oh Lord, I got eggs on my plate
I got 'em, damn right
I got four walls, I live in here
Hey, I live in here
Now, this big Jew man uptown
He told me one day he said, 'Hey 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 iggy!'
But man, hey 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, I love it
I love this orange carpet
And the ceiling above
Who left Murph the Surf on my ceiling? Iggy!
Now here we go, boys oooh oooh
Oooh oooh ha ha hahahaha!
Four walls four walls
Four walls
Here I go i'm looking for love again
I'm looking for love
I'm running 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 the four walls I love
But are they secure?
Hey, God! Are you above? Are you?
Then tell me who let that
Fucking 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, 'Hey Nash the Slash
Why did you leave your sticker on my
Forty-two dollar and fifty-cent suite'
I got 'em, damn right
I got four walls, I live in here
Hey, I live in here
Now, this big Jew man uptown
He told me one day he said, 'Hey 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 iggy!'
But man, hey 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, I love it
I love this orange carpet
And the ceiling above
Who left Murph the Surf on my ceiling? Iggy!
Now here we go, boys oooh oooh
Oooh oooh ha ha hahahaha!
Four walls four walls
Four walls
Here I go i'm looking for love again
I'm looking for love
I'm running 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 the four walls I love
But are they secure?
Hey, God! Are you above? Are you?
Then tell me who let that
Fucking 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, 'Hey Nash the Slash
Why did you leave your sticker on my
Forty-two dollar and fifty-cent suite'