Scrambled Eggs

To the tune of "Yesterday" by the Beatles

Scrambled eggs
That's what all the punks in England ate
And now, they're trying to recuperate
Now on my plate are scrambles eggs

Suddenly
I've got half the ham I used to eat
And I barely even touch my meat
Those scrambled eggs, I overeat

Why she hadn't poached, I don't know
She wouldn't bake
I said can't get enough of that stuff
Those scrambled eggs

Scrambled eggs
Caused great girth to grow upon my legs
I've eaten buckets of it to the dregs
I'll have more kegs of scrambled eggs