Here are the corrected lyrics, based on the recording by Martin Mull:

EGGS
Martin Mull

Chicken dinner every Sunday
It's spaghetti on Wednesday night
Off to the neighbor's for that late-night bite
And now, I'm home and hungry
And all I got in front of me

Is eggs
It doesn't matter how you cook them eggs
I'd be gladder if someone took them eggs
They remind me of a chicken and I'd rather have a chicken than eggs

Oh, those eggs
It doesn't matter how you cook them eggs
I'd be gladder if someone took them eggs
They remind me of a chicken and I'd rather have a chicken than eggs

I got a mind to ramble,
I got an egg to scramble
I think that those eggs are swell,
But keep them honkies in their shell
Them eggs
Oh, my heart's achin' for the thing next to bacon

Eggs.
That's all it is, just nothin' but a song 'bout eggs

Those eggs
It doesn't matter how you cook them eggs
I'd be gladder if someone took them eggs
They remind me of a chicken and I'd rather have a chicken
Than eggs