Karl's Egg Farm Lyrics

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