I had a hard time waking this morning I got a lotta things on my mind Like those friends of yours, they keep bringing me down Just hangin' round all the
're my calm thought when I see red You're better than punk rock cred You're breakfast in bed You're breakfast in bed You're breakfast in bed Wanna please
Aw it was fine Yeah, it helps me all the time It's soothin' to mind Just to see those blues Go slippin' down the drain Now I usually have my breakfast
So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistant with the fact that most did it prolific not shakin or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
the water Like to see America See the girls in California I'm hopin', it's going to come true But there's not a lot, I can do Could we have kippers for breakfast
(instrumental)
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies
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
d drink a glass of milk or a cup of cocoa Or even have a cup of tea So many things a fella can eat for breakfast That's why breakfast is so much fun
I?m sitting down to a breakfast for champions Vodka and eggs, with my whiskey and aspirin It?s another day in my life but it?s not like the rest of them
he ever had He didn't have no shame He was a master at his game He never showed his hand He was the bed and breakfast man He was, he was the bed and breakfast
Watch your mouth because your speech is slurred enough That you just might swallow your tongue I?m sure you would want to give up the ghost With just
love all night Sex for breakfast feels so right Taste me and I'll taste you Alright, sex for breakfast all night Sex for breakfast feels so right
was wrong So what now? It's plain to see we're over, And I hate when things are over When so much is left undone And I said what about "Breakfast at
fall in love But I wanna fall in love With you You could call me five times a day You could say I'm the only one And I could make you breakfast Every
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows You turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano when you make breakfast
White kitchen walls with a thousand windows Turn on Winston in the den And I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano When you make breakfast after 10
