The Violent Eggs are coming
They're marching down the street
Deserted roads are echoing with the clump-thump of their feet
They've all got salmonella (they've been eating uncooked meat)
Yes the Violent Eggs are coming, and they're turning up the heat
They're armed with sharpened tea spoons which they polish night and day
They're after more than a 7% rise in annual pay
The only thing that you can do is go to them and say
That you're Edwina Currie.
And then they'll run away.
The Violent Eggs are coming to murder kith and kin
They'll stuff you with mayonnaise sandwiches, and stop you being thin
Make sure you're good and hidden when the massacre begins
Yes the Violent Eggs are coming and they'll punish all your sins
The Violent Eggs are coming, their eyes are dead and flat
They'll trample on your garden and throw porridge at your cat
They'll even cut your ears off if they do not like your hat.
Yes the Violent Eggs are coming, and they'll make you very fat.
SR.
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