"Breakfast" lyrics

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 '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 wavin', he composed this tune:

When the toast is burned
And all the milk has turned
And Cap'n Crunch is wavin' 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 mornin' we don't mourn like those who have no hope
Oh, 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 wavin' 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 wavin' 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 wavin' 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 wavin' farewell
When the big one finds you
May this song remind you
That they don't serve breakfast in Hell