Pancakes and eggs I owe ya breakfast in bed, oh baby And your orange juice sitting on the coaster Toast on the side baby strawberry and grape jelly
of Folgers Pancakes and eggs, I owe you breakfast in bed, oh baby And your orange juice sitting on a coaster Toast on the side' baby, strawberry and grape jelly
When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five O A hard core life I toast to ex-flaw Therefore
tell you what I chose? Hot noodles made of poodles on a slice of garden hose And a rather smelly jelly, made of armadillo's toes The jelly is delicious
the freaks in the jeans when the booty part's faded Like my home girl Rita I used to chill on her sofa with my feet up By the heater with my toes getting toasted
Well breakfast black coffee one slice of dry toast no butter no jelly no jam Lunch just some lettuce two celery stalks no booze no potatoes no ham Dinner
Here's a story 'bout Jelly Man Kelly He loves jelly the most! But most of all Jelly Man Kelly loves Jello-on-toast! And here's the part about Jenny Mulhenny
bag of bread, make toast. yeah TOAST yeah TOAST oui monsieur bonjour coquette, uh huh croissante, et vous Yvette? maurice chevalier effeil tower, oui marie baggette bon soir. FRENCH TOAST FRENCH TOAST
You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus One half science, and another half soul Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly
Little long time At breakfast tea some toast and eggs The t.v.'s on I'm lying in bed My feet are cold and my cheeks are red I pet my real fat cat Nobody
toast and tea Before toast and tea "Breakfast!" Good morning everybody, The sun is up and there's lots of toast and jelly Wash Wash, you gotta wash the
'm yours yours yours Yeah forever I'm I, I, I Can't stop thinking about you Yeah yeah yeah Why would I want to I like my coffee with toast and jelly
I know a guy who Goes to shows He makes me coffee He makes me toast He don't use butter He don't use cheese He don't use jelly Or any of these He uses
I know a girl who thinks of ghosts She'll make you breakfast She'll make you toast She don't use butter, she don't use cheese She don't use jelly or
penetrate your belly Your blood stains mighty bad I wash it off with Coast Now I'll take my jelly and spread it on your toast No one rhymes faster,
Breakfast black coffee one slice of dry toast no butter no jelly no jam Lunch just some lettuce two celery stalks no booze no potatoes no ham Dinner one
