Lyric

Miso soup and fish on the tray

But you wanted bread and eggs today

You’re so moody, you’re so pickey

Making my morning a little bit tricky

Freshly grilled fish and natto too

But nothing is ever enough for you!

"Luxury is the enemy," the old men cry

Mom just laughed and gave a sigh

Be patient, honey, don't be a flake

Tomorrow those eggs are yours to take

Fried eggs! Fried eggs!

One, two, three!

I tied your tie with all my might

But you fixed it again, clutching it tight

Shiny shoes and a grumpy face

Running around all over the place

Tonight let's have a pajama party

Be happy together, hale and hearty

Early to bed, early to rise

Tomorrow those eggs will be your prize

Fried eggs! Fried eggs!

Tomorrow’s the day!