Svartby - Karl's Egg Farm Тексты

There was a man
Whose name was Karl
All dirty beard and smoking socks
He scratched his stinky balls

He had a farm
With nothing more but poultry
He bred his hens with love
Eggs of Karl, a famous brand

They fit
Every meal
Either lord or burgher
Eggs of Karl, a famous brand

There was a witch
Whose name's a mess
All dirty hands and smoking warts
She scratched her stinky toads

She had a farm
With nothing more but poultry
Infesting it with toads and love
Eggs of Karl, a famous brand

Hatch, hatch
Incubate, incubate
Cockerel eggs for the next shipment

Hatched, hatched
From famous eggs
Basilisks rip some fucking throats

All lords and burghers in the morning
Have for breakfast
Brand new Eggs of Karl

All town's a mess
All panic through the streets
Greet Farmer's Famous Eggs