Breakfast

Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powerless to console
We're gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our 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 dues aloft
None of us knew his check out time would come so soon
But before his brain stopped working 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 your hankies
Though to some our friend was odd
That day he bought those fine pajamas
His check was good with God
Those here without the lord how do you cope
For this morning we don't mourn like those who have no hope
Rise up Froot Loop lovers sing out sweet and 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