Friday, April 1, 2011

Friday- the real deal

Hello!Today I have a big announcement to make: I have Friday's original lyric. Yesterday I was hacking through the Pentagon stuff and found it. Rebecca Black liked this lyric better,as you can see-or listen- on the music "Friday" she's willing to sing it,instead of "singing" friday she sings "fried egg",which is the subject of the original lyric. I know that right now you all feel shocked and betrayed,but try to deal with it,I know it's hard. The original makes more sense than that other one.
PS: I learned how to make fried egg. :D
PPS: Remember that you can't make fried egg without the egg ;)

Fried Egg (friday the real deal)






7am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
But i see the frying pan and my eyes start to glow
I have an Idea of what I’m gonna put in my bowl
Gotta get the egg
Gotta break the egg
I see my friends

Putting some bacon in
Putting some salt in
Gotta make my mind up
How fried do I want?

(chorus)
It’s fried egg, fried egg
Gotta make some fried egg
Everybody’s lookin forward to the unborn chicken,chicken
Fried egg, fried egg
Making some fried egg
Everybody’s looking forward to the unborn chicken

Frying,frying (yeah)
Frying,frying (yeah)
Fry,fry,fry
Looking forward to the unborn chicken

7:45 we haven’t finished yet
Seems like we have to light up the fire
Fire,fire we gotta light it up to fry
You know how complicated it’s
I got this, you got this
It doesn’t make sense,all right
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

Putting some bacon in
Putting some salt in
Gotta make my mind up
How fried do I want?
 
(chorus)

Yesterday was cereal
Today is fried egg,fried egg (frying)
IF can get it fried
IF we can get it fried
We’re not only dumb today

I think Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes after wards
Maybe all the weekends are the same

R-B,frying egg
So chillin’ putting the bacon in
While it’ fryin
I’m fryin,cookin
With Charlie Sheen’s recipes
I learned how to fry
Passin’ by is a fly in front of me
Makes zzzzzzzzzzzz,I wanna scream
Check my fry,It’s fried egg,It’d be a chicken
We gonna fry,c’mon,c’mon,y’all
 
(chorus)
 

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