Egg salad in the sun, Egg salad in the sun
Sweatin’ under stretched plastic skies
Russian Roulette, bacteria cries
Egg salad in the sun, Egg salad in the sun
The chicken’s almost done
The hot dog’s in a bun
Devil in the eggs multiplyin’
Don’t let it go to waste, save a taste for Brian (Who’s Brian?)
Egg salad in the sun, Egg salad in the sun, Yeah, yeah!
Beware! Imminent Ptomaine! Take cover under Lady Nature’s leafy bower.
EIGHTY DEGREES Sun beating down…
NINETY DEGREES Sun beating down…
NINETY FIVE DEGREES Sun beating down…
ONE HUNDRED DEGREES Sun beating down…
A HUNDRED AND FIVE Sun beating down…
A HUNDRED AND TEN Sun beating down…
A HUNDRED AND TWENTY Sun beating down…
IS THIS THE END – MY FRIEND? Down! Down!
Egg salad in the sun, in the sun…
Mother?! Why would you have a picnic on such a hot, hot day?
Father?! Why are the drinks not cold?
Brian?! Brian?! Has anyone seen Brian?
He was enjoying the egg salad…
Is this the end…of Brian?
The end of Brian?
Brian?!
Briaaaan!?
©2018 Gunnar Madsen/ASCAP
GM: Voices, Bass, Piano & Organ, guitars, & Drum programming
