| 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 eggman, they are the eggmen | |
| I am the walrus, goo goo a'joob | |
| Mister City p'liceman sitting, pretty little p'licemen 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 | |
| Crab a locker fishwife, pornographic priestess | |
| Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down | |
| I am the eggman, they are the egg men | |
| I am the walrus, goo goo a'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 tame to fortune's blows) | |
| I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob (Good pity) | |
| G'goo goo g'joob | |
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| Expert, textpert, choking smokers | |
| Don't you think the joker laughs at you? | |
| (Ho ho ho, hee hee hee, ha ha ha) | |
| See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied | |
| 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 eggman, they are the eggmen | |
| I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob | |
| Goo goo a'joob g'goo goo g'joob, g'goo | |
| Joob! Joob! Joob! | |
| Joob! Joob! Joob! | |
| Joob! Joob! Joob! Joob! Joob! | |
| Joob! Joob! | |
| Joob! Joob! | |
| Umpa, umpa, stick it up your jumper | |
| Everybody's got one, everybody's got one | |
| “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” |