Hold the milk, put back the sugar
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
They are powerless to console
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 til 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 CAPTAIN CRUNCH IS WAVING FAREWELL,
WHEN THE BIG ONE FINDS YOU MAY THIS SONG REMIND YOU
THAT THEY DON'T SERVE BREAFAST IN HELL Breakfast clubbers, drop the hankies
Though to some our friend was odd,
that day he bought those pine pyjamas His check was good with God
Those here without the lord,
How do you cope?
Like those who have no hope
For this morning we don't mourn Oh rise up, Fruit Loop loversWith spoons held high
We bid our brother "Cheerio!" Sing out sweet and low
WHEN THE TOAST IS BURNED
AND CAPTAIN CRUNCH IS WAVING FAREWELL
THAT THEY DON'T SERVE BREAFAST IN HELL
AND ALL THE MILK HAS TURNED
WHEN THE BIG ONE FINDS YOU MAY THIS SONG REMIND YOU
(Whistling Chorus) (Repeat untill fade).
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