Breakfast

Hold the milk, put back the sugar

They are powerless to console

We're gathered here to sprinkle ashes

From your late friend's cereal bowl

Breakfast Clubbers say the motto

That he taught us to repeat

You will lose it in your gym class

If you wait till noon to eat

Back when the chess club said our eggs were soft

Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft

Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon

But before his brain stopped waving, he composed this tune

When the toast is burned and all the milk has turned

And Cap'n Crunch is waving farewell

When the big one finds you may this song remind you

That they don't serve breakfast in Hell

Breakfast Clubbers drop the hankies

Though to some our friend was odd

That day he bought those pine pajamas

His check was good with God

Those here without the Lord, how do you cope?

For this morning, we won't mourn like those who have no hope

Ah, rise up, Fruit Loop lovers, sing out Sweet N Low

With spoons held high, we bid our brother Cheerio

When the toast is burned and all the milk has turned

And Cap'n Crunch is waving farewell

When the big one finds you may this song remind you

That they don't serve breakfast in Hell

When the toast is burned and all the milk has turned

And Cap'n Crunch is waving farewell

When the big one finds you may this song remind you

That they don't serve breakfast in hell

When the toast is burned and all the milk has turned

And Cap'n Crunch is waving farewell

When the big one finds you may this song remind you

That they don't serve breakfast in Hell

When the toast is burned and all the milk has turned

And Cap'n Crunch is waving farewell

When the big one finds you may this song remind you

That they don't serve breakfast in Hell