It all seems rather silly
To crawl 'round in the undergro-owth
Destroyin' your dignity on your hands and knees
And then why? Just to find some hidden treats

Findin' Easter e-e-eggs, sounds so stupid
The time, it's not wo-orth (no, I don't)
Could say I'm lazy-y, maybe, maybe
Crawlin' in the dirt (I just won't)

Sometimes they're not tryin', du-ude
The peo-eople who-o (whoo-whoo-whoo) are supposed to hi-i-ide
The eggs, they're out in the open, dude
May mean less crawlin' 'round, but that's beside the poi-oint, ri-i-ight

Findin' Easter e-e-eggs, it's nonsense
Ge-et covered in di-irt (it's just gross)
Both the eggs and me-e, icky, icky
Makes my stomach tu-urn (it's so gross)

I don't know if anyone else frets and wonders "He-e-ey
What if spiders show up lots toda-a-ay?"
Well, I sure am, that's the person I am
Would the use of tongs give me an unfair cha-ance?

Findin' Easter e-e-eggs, it's bollocks
Ma-ay sound like a je-erk (maybe so)
But it seems to me-e, buddy, buddy
It just isn't wo-orth (all that loam)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh

Oh-oh
Oh-oh

This would all be dumb enou-ou-ough if not for this one pa-art:
I just learned that my well-earned hoa-oa-oard's
Not even choc'late, i-i-it's all chicken eggs, buddy
I thought they felt wei-eird, my rage is buildin' mo-ore

Findin' Easter e-e-eggs, think it's worthless
Cho-oc's what I dese-erve (I think so)
Not painted poultry-y babies, babies
Wasted my hard wo-ork (wa-aste of my hard wo-ork) (such a load)
Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry (want choc'late)