You are the walrus.
You are he as I am he as I am he and we are all together. I've been a naughty boy, I've let my hair grow long. I am sitting in an English garden, eating eggs and waiting for the sun to come. I am watching them snort like pigs in the sky reading Edgar Alan Poe. Koo koo kachoo.
2 comments:
God I love this song.
The marines of troop 2112 are salty, they would eat their own guts for breakfast and ask for seconds.
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