Fried Eggs(spoken Word)/hello In There Lyrics - Bette Midler

I was walking down 42nd street one day, 

I wasn't workin'42nd street I was walkin 

42nd street. And this amazing thing 

happened to me. It was July it was about 

89 degrees. It was hot, hot for New York 

You know and I was walking east and this 

humungous person was coming west. And she 

had this big blue house dress on peppered 

all over with little white daisies. She was 

almost bald but sitting on top of her head, 

forehead you know on her forehead was this 

fried egg. Which I thought was really unusual. 

Because in New York City the ladies with the 

fried eggs on their heads don't generally come 

out until September or October you know. Here 

was this lady this demented lady with a little 

fried egg on her head in the middle of July. 

God what a sight and ever, ever since I saw that 

lady not one day goes by that I don't think of 

her and I say to myself "Oh God, don't let me 

wake up tomorrow and want to put a fried egg on 

my head. Oh God. "Then I say real fast I say " Oh 

God, If by chance I should wind up with a fried 

egg on my head";cause sometimes you can't help those 

things you know, you can't. I say to myself "don't 

let anybody notice."And then I say real fast after 

that "if they do notice that I'm carrying something 

that, that's not quite right and they want to talk 

about it, let 'em talk about it but don't let 'em 

talk so I can hear I don't want to hear it." Cause 

the truth about fried eggs, you can call it a fried 

egg, you can call it anything you like, but everybody 

gets one, some people wear 'em on the outside, some 

people they wear 'em on the inside. 

We had an apartment in the city. 

Me and my husband liked living there. 

It's been years since the kids have grown, 

a life of their own, left us alone. 

John and Linda live in Omaha. 

Joe is somewhere on the road. 

We lost Davy in the Korean war. 

I still don't know what for, don't matter any more. 

You know that old trees just grow stronger, 

and old rivers grow wilder every day, 

but old people, they just grow lonesome 

waiting for someone to say, 

"Hello in there. Hello" 

Me and my husband, we don't talk much anymore. 

He sits and stares through the backdoor screen. 

And all the news just repeats itself 

like some forgotten dream 

that we've both seen. 

Someday I'll go and call up Judy. 

We worked together at the factory. 

Ah, but what would I say when she asks what's new? 

Say, "Nothing, what's with you? 

Nothing much to do." 

You know that old trees just grow stronger, 

and old rivers grow wilder every day, 

ah, but old people, they just grow lonesome 

waiting for someone to say, 

"Hello in There. Hello." 

So if you're walking down the street sometime 

and you should spot some hollow ancient eyes, 

don't you pass them by and stare 

as if you didn't care. 

Say, "Hello in there. Hello."