He wore a straw hat on his head
And a tomcat in his smile
I told him he should understand this
Before he walked me down the aisle
You can have the money from the oats
The money from the cow
The money from the goats
And the money from the sow
But don't you ever touch the egg money
That's crossing the line
Don't you ever touch the egg money
The egg money is mine
We had seven good years
Then the trouble all began
First he started nipping at the gin
Then he started seeing Maryanne
Then he started gambling dice
Lost the horses and the plow
I felt behind the stove
There was nothing there now
He had taken all the egg money
That's crossing the line
Don't you ever touch the egg money
The egg money is mine
Leaving would have been the thing to do
But no-one left in... 1922
So, the angel that I am
Poured the coffee in his cup
Served his toast with butter and jam
And the eggs were sunny side up
And the eggs were maybe too old
And the eggs had maybe gone bad
Three days and the body went cold
Doctor said "It's terribly sad"
The egg money
That's crossing the line
Don't you ever touch the egg money
The egg money is mine