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 will lose it in your gym class

If you wait 'til 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 checkout time would come so soon

But before his brain stopped waving

He composed this tune When the toast is burned

And all the milk has 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 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, Fruit Loop lovers

Sing out sweet and low

With spoons held high

We bid our brother, Cheerio When the toast is burned

And all the milk has 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 When the toast is burned

And all the milk has 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 When the toast is burned

And all the milk has 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 When the toast is burned

And all the milk has 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