Songtext von Karl's Egg Farm

There was a man Whose name was Karl All dirty beard and smoking socks He scratched his stinky balls He had a farm With nothing more but poultry He bred his hens with love Eggs of Karl, a famous brand They fit Every meal Either lord or burgher Eggs of Karl, a famous brand There was a witch Whose name's a mess All dirty hands and smoking warts She scratched her stinky toads She had a farm With nothing more but poultry Infesting it with toads and love Eggs of Karl, a famous brand Hatch, hatch Incubate, incubate Cockerel eggs for the next shipment Hatched, hatched From famous eggs Basilisks rip some fucking throats All lords and burghers in the morning Have for breakfast Brand new Eggs of Karl All town's a mess All panic through the streets Greet Farmer's Famous Eggs