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I was walking eastward down 42nd street one day and this humungous person was coming west. She was almost bald but sitting on top of her forehead was a fried egg (which I thought was really unusual as the ladies with the fried eggs on their heads don't generally come out until September or October). But here was this demented lady with a little fried egg on her head. What a sight! Ever since I saw that lady not a day goes by that I don't think of her and I say to myself "don't let me wake up tomorrow and want to put a fried egg on my head. But, if by chance I should wind up with a fried egg on my head (cause sometimes you can't help those things). Don't let anybody notice. Yet, if they do notice and they want to talk about it, let 'em talk about it. Just don't let 'em talk so I can hear." Cause the truth about fried eggs, you can call it a fried egg or anything you like, but everybody gets one, some people wear 'em on the outside, some people they wear 'em on the inside.