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 f**ing 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 sh**, now what's the f**ing deal?
How the hell should i go on if there's no more s** 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