Hot Eggs
tune: Hot Legs by Rod Stewart

Who's that knocking on my door
It's gotta be a quarter to four
It's the customs men, breaking down my door
Well you can search my hotel room if you want
But they hustle me into the john
I'm talkin' to you
Hot eggs, down in my drawers
Hot eggs, giving me sores
Hot eggs, what a crazy idea
I live for money

They got a most persuasive tone
They promise to ship me back home
But what you don't understand
I'm a working man
They nab all my fine feathered friends
Guess this is where my vacation ends
I'm talking to you
Hot eggs, they'll be hatchin' soon
Hot eggs, I'll sing a different tune
Hot eggs, wish they'd leave my room
I live for money

Imagine how my gonads felt
When those birds hatched out down under my belt
Just a few minutes old
But peckin' awfully bold
I got eggs down there in my pants
But I'm twitchin like it's g****amned ants
I'm talking to you
Hot eggs, now the customs men stop
Hot eggs, they watch me reel and rock
Hot eggs, you're making me a fool
I live for money

Hot eggs, now they make me undress
Hot eggs, I'm under great duress
Hot eggs, now they find all my chicks
There goes my money
Hot eggs, you're wearing me out
Hot eggs, I could scream and shout
Hot eggs, I'm such a damned fool
'Thout any money

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