lyrics: 
  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
  
  
  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 snide
  I'm crying
  
  
  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”