| I was walking down 42nd street one day
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| I wasn’t workin'42nd street
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| I was walkin 42nd street
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| And this amazing thing happened to me
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| It was July it was about 89 degrees
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| It was hot, hot for New York
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| You know and I was walking east and this
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| Humungous person was coming west
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| And she had this big blue house dress on peppered
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| All over with little white daisies
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| She was almost bald but sitting on top of her head
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| Forehead you know on her forehead was this fried egg
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| Which I thought was really unusual
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| Because in New York City the ladies with the
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| Fried eggs on their heads don’t generally come
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| Out until September or October you know
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| Here was this lady this demented lady with a little
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| Fried egg on her head in the middle of July
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| God what a sight and ever, ever since I saw that
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| Lady not one day goes by that I don’t think of
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| Her and I say to myself
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| «Oh God, don’t let me wake up tomorrow
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| And want to put a fried egg on my head. |
| Oh God.»
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| Then I say real fast I say
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| «Oh God, If by chance I should wind up with a fried
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| Egg on my head»; |
| cause sometimes you can’t help those
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| Things you know, you can’t
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| I say to myself
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| «Don't let anybody notice.»
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| And then I say real fast after that
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| «if they do notice that I’m carrying something
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| That, that’s not quite right and they want to talk
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| About it, let 'em talk about it but don’t let 'em
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| Talk so I can hear I don’t want to hear it.»
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| Cause the truth about fried eggs, you can call it a fried
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| Egg, you can call it anything you like, but everybody
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| Gets one, some people wear 'em on the outside, some
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| People they wear 'em on the inside |