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 won't 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 juice aloft 
Oh, none of us knew his check-out time [bad word] so soon 
But before his brain stopped waving [bad word] this tune. 

When the toast is burned 
And all the milk has turned 
And Capt' [bad word] is waving farewell 
When the big one finds you 
Let this song remind you 
That they don't serve breakfast in [bad word]  

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, [bad word] Loop 
Lovers Sing out sweet and low 
With spoons held high 
We Bid our brother, Cheerio!