Oh Bring Back the Egg Unbroken

Spoken:
 Just one island in an ugly string
 Of prehistoric penal colonies
 This island is a most remote inhabited spot on earth
 Each family possesses a registered trademark
 Which is chipped into the trunk of a tree
 Sung:
 Oh bring back the egg unbroken
 The egg of the sooty nesting tern
 And you will be made king of this island now
 The women have gone on up the cliffside
 They're gathering eggs of their own
 We'll have them at the celebration when the king is chosen now
 Jump off the cliff into the ocean
 You grab an egg, you swim back,
 Holding it aloft
 You hold it high above the roughest
 Of the shark-infested water now, oh my love
 You bring the egg unbroken back, you are the king
 You are the King
 Oh bring the egg unbroken back, you are the king
 Oh, we'll be thinking of the ocean when the king brings back unbroken
 The egg of the sooty nesting tern
 Some well-known, lost, but ancient wisdom
 The point and purpose which was mysterious, or even vague
 It says the truth is worse than you could possibly imagine
 And we islanders, we'll be thinking of escape
 We'll be thinking, we'll be thinking
 We'll be thinking of escape
 We'll be thinking, we'll be thinking
 We'll be thinking of escape