I Took The Wrong Drugs

 I Took The Wrong Drugs
(I Am The Walrus)

I take drugs to help me sleep, to sleep deep
And keep me altogether
See how I zoom right out of my room
To get my meds
I'm crying
 
 
Eating up my corn flakes
Waiting for the pills to work
Good morning nursey, 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 took the wrong drugs
Goo goo g'joob
 
 
See all the little pills sitting
Pretty little pills all in a row
All the same colour and shape, style and size, they’re confusing
I'm crying, I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying
 
 
Don’t like eating custard
You know I’d rather have a pie
I took hallucinogens instead of diazepam
Now, I’m having strange and weird and vivid dreams
 
 
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I took the wrong drugs
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)
They are the egg men (a poor man, made tame to fortune's blows)
I took the wrong drugs
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob (good pity)
 
Health experts tell those choking smokers,
Don't let Big Tobacco laugh at you.
See how they lie. Those devils are bad guys,
See how they lie.
They're lying.


Semolina pasta lacks the fiber of whole flour.
It's elementary, stop eating dairy, Krishnas.
Man, you need to hear me sing "milk does a body bad!"
Don't listen to the egg man. Don't listen to the dairy man,
 
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I took the wrong drugs
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo
Joob, joob, jooba
Jooba, jooba, jooba
Joob, jooba
Joob, jooba
 
 
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper (jooba, jooba)
Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
Everybody's got one (stick it up your jumper)
Everybody's got one (umpa, umpa)
 
 
Slave
Thou hast slain me
Villain, take my purse
If I ever
Bury my body
The letters which though find'st about me
To Edmund Earl of Gloucester
Seek him out upon the British Party
O untimely death
I know thee well
A serviceable villain, as duteous to the vices of thy mistress
As badness would desire
What goes on in my head?
Just more gibberish, rest you
 

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