Curry for breakfast,
oil floating on the top,
stale keema naan bread, all hard and dry,
yet its just too good too stop,

Chinese for breakfast,
rice stuck in a solid block,
soggy prawn crackers, gloopy kung po sauce,
cornflake eaters we shall mock,

there must have been something else,
in that beer you drank last night,
cos youve got a hole in your stomach,
only old takeaway can fill,

pizza for breakfast,
salty pepperoni meat,
rubber like cheese, stuck in your teeth,
smeel as bad as your nans feet,

kebab for breakfast,
chewy doner, tender shish,
leave the chilli sauce,
you drunken fool,
or you'll regret it for a week,

fish 'n'chips for breakfast,
not the usual fare i 'fess,
given the choice between that and dry toast,
you'll know which one i pick i guess,

laugh at all the arseholes,
eating soggy rice krispies,
there is one true god at the weekend,
so sink down to your knees,

thump, thump, thump
thump, thump, thump
look at me streak,
to toilet i jump,
to toilet i jump,
i'll be stuck there for a week.