Something Rotten! / Make an Omelette

Alas, poor yolk, I know thee well

There's something rotten

There's something rotten

You can smell it

You can tell it's something rotten

Now the kingdom is shot and it's all gone to pot

Heaven help us, there is something rotten

Hmm

My father newly dead

And the funeral boiled eggs now coldly furnished for the marriage table

Methinks another chef may have whisked our desperate eggs together, as one

Pray nephew, what dost thou mean?

Well, I'll tell you

The fruit of life can't always taste like sweet persimmons

Sometimes it's hard to swallow I'm afraid

But when life has handed you some lemons

Then hand it back a mug of lemonade

My father said this to me

That he did and then he blew me

Away with wisdom simple and concise

He said, "Eggbert, life is merely what you make of it

So heed this sound advice"

You make wine from sour grapes

You got a flat pancake, hey, call it a crepe

When life gives you eggs, make an omelette

You get cola from a nut

A dirty worm makes silk from out of his butt

When life gives you eggs, make an omelette

Omelette

The solution to your troubles is

Cheese and vegetables

And making bacon omelette, yeah!

When it looks like you should quit

Find another way of looking at it

When life gives you eggs

You gotta make that om-om-om

Om-om-om

Om-om-om

Omelette

Om-om-om

Om-om-om

Om-om-om

Omelette

Omelette!

The solution to your troubles

Right here in River City

Shipoopi, Chicago

Omelette, yeah!

When it looks like you should quit

Find another way of looking at it

When life gives you eggs

Just a great big bowl of eggs

When life gives you eggs

You gotta make that omelette

Crack, splat, psss

Crack, splat, psss

Make an omelette

Crack, splat, psss