Оригинален текст
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 fking 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 s**t, now what's the fking deal?
How the Hell should I go on if there's no more sex 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