Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am The Walrus, artist - Leo Sayer.
Date of issue: 11.11.1976
Song language: English
I Am The Walrus |
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together |
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly |
I’m crying |
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come |
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday |
Man, you’ve been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long |
I am the egg man, they are the egg men |
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob |
Mister City, policeman sitting |
Pretty little policemen in a row |
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run |
I’m crying, I’m crying |
I’m crying, I’m crying |
Yellow matter custard |
Dripping from a dead dog’s eye |
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess |
Boy, you’ve been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down |
I am the egg man, they are the egg men |
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob |
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun |
If the sun don’t come, you get a tan |
From standing in the English rain |
I am the egg man (now good sir, what are you?) |
They are the egg men (a poor man, made to tame fortune’s blows) |
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob (good pity) |
G-goo goo g’joob |
Expert, textpert, choking smokers |
Don’t you think the joker laughs at you? |
See how they smile like pigs in a sty |
See how they snide |
I’m crying |
Semolina pilchard |
Climbing up the Eiffel Tower |
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna |
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe |
I am the egg man, they are the egg men |
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g-goo goo g’joob |
Goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob, goo goo |
Everybody’s got one, everybody’s got one |
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper |
«Villain, take my Purse. |
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my Body |
And give the Letters which thou findst about me |
To Edmund Earl of Gloucester: seek him out upon the English Party. |
Oh, untimely death, death-» |
«I know thee well, a serviceable Villain; |
as duteous to the Vices of thy |
Mistress as badness would desire.» |
«What, is he dead?» |
«Sit you down, Father; |
rest you.» |