Rob Paulsen
Eggs
[Verse 1: Ozzy, Strut]
When I wake up
First thing I do
Eggs
Is to look around
For something to chew
Eggs-actly
Feeding myself is very, very tricky
Because you see, I'm ridiculously picky
Eggs

Uh, excuse me Ozzy, I uh—

This Struthiomimus
Won't settle for the dregs
I'll borrow
I'll beg
I'll even kiss you—

Kiss me?

For my dear beloved dose
Of eggs

[Interlude 1: Ozzy, Strut]
Hey, Ozzy, I'm so hungry
I can't wait another minute
Here's a juicy little leaf
With a beautiful stick in it
Can't I have a taste
If I promise just to lick it?
Strut!

What!

[Verse 2: Ozzy, Strut]
You imbecilic eater
Great green globs
Couldn't possibly be sweeter
Than a pile of eggs

You've got to smell them
Feel them, oh
Crack them open
For a great big nest-full
I am hoping

Oh look, I'm starving! I'm weak!
There is nothing in my tummy
Oh the mold on that tree
Is starting to look yummy

The colors and shapes
And assorted sizes
Gobble them all
For appetizers
Eggs-tasy
[Interlude 2: Ozzy, Strut]
Ozzy, what's the matter
With a little vegetation?

I've had it up to here
With this aggravation!

Can't I just have
This piece of a tree?

Why can't you be more
Like me?

[Verse 3: Ozzy, Strut]
You leaf-loving

Hey!

Bush-burping
Stem-smelling

Now wait a minute!

Garden-gorging
Plant-popping
Tree-tasting
Dirt-devouring beast!
Ozzy!

[Outro: Ozzy]
You've got to have eggs
Thrice a day
At least