Welcome to my breakfast table this is what you'll find
A different kind of breakfast food that leaves the real ones far behind
What's the *** deal, all these brand names all around
They raise the prices, raise my rent, but do not make a sound Now I'm getting older these changes in my life
It's the Quaker man he's the one I give my hand
He's the one who picks my wife for me
I think that he is God
You know it's true
He's the one who picks my wife for me Jesus Christ, Holy ***, now what's the *** deal?
How the Hell should I go on if there's no more *** appeal
I give you flakes
I give you puffs of corn right off the shelf
I know you never thought of that
I know you never thought of it Stand in line for oats today.