I was walking down 42nd street one day,
I wasn't workin'42nd street
I was walkin 42nd street.
And this amazing thing happened to me.
It was July it was about 89 degrees.
It was hot, hot for New York
You know and I was walking east and this
humungous person was coming west.
And she had this big blue house dress on peppered
all over with little white daisies.
She was almost bald but sitting on top of her head,
forehead you know on her forehead was this fried egg.
Which I thought was really unusual.
Because in New York City the ladies with the
fried eggs on their heads don't generally come
out until September or October you know.
Here was this lady this demented lady with a little
fried egg on her head in the middle of July.
God what a sight and ever, ever since I saw that
lady not one day goes by that I don't think of
her and I say to myself
"Oh God, don't let me wake up tomorrow
and want to put a fried egg on my head. Oh God."
Then I say real fast I say
"Oh God, If by chance I should wind up with a fried
egg on my head"; cause sometimes you can't help those
things you know, you can't.
I say to myself
"Don't let anybody notice."
And then I say real fast after that
"if they do notice that I'm carrying something
that, that's not quite right and they want to talk
about it, let 'em talk about it but don't let 'em
talk so I can hear I don't want to hear it."
Cause the truth about fried eggs, you can call it a fried
egg, you can call it anything you like, but everybody
gets one, some people wear 'em on the outside, some
people they wear 'em on the inside.