Eggs On Plate

Oh Lord I got eggs on my plate I got em Damn right I got four walls I live here Hey I live here Now this big Jew-man uptown He told me one day He said, heh boy You look at that house On the hill That cost a hundred thousand dollars You could be up there You know what? I`ll put you on the hit parade Everybody will know your name Iggyyyyy But man Heh Solomon Who does my name belong to then? What have I got? Four walls What have I got? Four walls I thank you Lord I thank you Lord above this orange carpet And the ceiling above it Who left Murph the Surf On my ceiling? Iggyyyyyyyyyyyy Now here we go boys Hahahahahah a ah hahahaha! Four walls Four walls Here I go I`m looking for love again I`m looking for love I`m runnin from friend to friend I`m looking for love in the wine I`m looking for love In anybody I can find Thank you God For these four walls I love But are they secure? Heh God! Are you above? Then tell me who let that fucking door half open? Oh Lord I got something I`ll tell you what I got, boys, I got this Four walls, Three walls, two walls, Four walls But they can`t talk Four walls But they can`t talk Four walls But they can`t talk Four walls But if they could talk What would they say? They`d say heh Nash the slash Why did you leave your sticker on my Forty-two dollar and fifty cent suite In James Dean`s head bed?