I sing about love, I sing about pain
I sing about how my lunchbox ain’t the same
Every now and then, my mouth feels strange
Ever since I was young, I’ve felt a tingle on my tongue
Well I guess it all started when I was five, when I ate an egg that gave me hives, and gave my stomach more knots than a rope
My friends told me that I dreaming things, because they knew I could eat chicken wings
And “Hey wait a minute…don’t eggs come from chickens?”
They didn’t believe me as I went on and rambled
And joked that I should try my eggs all scrambled
But with jokes aside I just told them “hey c’mon guys!”
I tried eggs again, and told my friend, it don’t matter if it come from a chicken or hen
I’m allergic to that stuff, the doctor said so!
I sing about love, I sing about pain
I sing about how my lunchbox ain’t the same
Every now and then my mouth feels strange
Ever since I was young, I’ve felt a tingle on my tongue
When I got older all big and tall, I had a problem at the food court in the mall
With some Chinese noodles and an egg based chicken ball
Thank goodness I was carrying my needle case, because right away you should have seen my face
It got all swollen up, it was likely from an egg trace
Luckily all my friends believe me now, and if I have a problem, I taught
‘em how to help me out whenever they see the signs
Now I’m not afraid to talk about it, in case there’s anybody who still will doubt it
I might be young, but I know a tingle on my tongue
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Lyrics submitted by Kyle Dine.