SCRAMBLED EGGS

Paul McCartney was stumped. He of Lennon/McCartney fame. Two of the greatest song writers (to me lyricists sounds too formal for them) of all time.

He had the order. He had the almost all monosyllabic pattern. He needed more lyrics. Then he could set it to music. But it never happened. And it haunted him.

Of course he's solo now, but he has either given up on adding to the first line or rejected it entirely. Maybe he grew up. Maybe he just grew tired of it.

But here it is:

"Scrambled eggs, ooh my baby how I love your legs."

His words, not mine. I don't think much else stumped him. But he could never go any farther than this first line, according to a book I read about The Beatles.