They Might Be Giants Albany Lyrics

The Egg, exciting and old

The Egg, you’ll do what you’re told

The Egg, the Egg, no corners for you

The Egg, permission to land

The Egg, where should I stand?

The Egg, the Egg, no corners for you

Poured concrete flowing into organic shapes

Carpet, wood trim, and some velvet drapes

Combine to make one perfect place

From the outside I am thinking

I’m a number, not a man

From the outside I am thinking

What were they thinking?

The Egg, when will it hatch?

The Egg, please leave off the latch

The Egg, the Egg, no corners for you

No corners for you

No corners for you