Hold the milk, put back the sugar 

They are powerless to console 

We've 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 waving, he composed this tune: 



Chorus 

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 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 don't mourn 

Like those who have no hope 



Oh, rise up, Fruit Loop lovers - 

Sing out sweet & low 

With spoons held high 

We bid our brother, "Cheerio!" 



- Chorus -





Lyrics: Steve Taylor / Music: Peter Furler 

© 1996 Dawn Treader Music (SESAC) / Warner Alliance Music / Soylent Tunes (ASCAP), Dawn Treader Music admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing. Warner Alliance Music / Soylent Tunes admin. by I.C.G.