Breakfast First Please - Mutha's Day Out

My Soul Is Wet

Breakfast First Please

Partying one night

Got way out of hand

Drifting home that morning

Hoping Mom would understand

I fell through the door

With the slightest of care

When my eyes began to focus

Mom was standing right there

Where’ve you been young man

Don’t you know it’s pretty late

Mom it’s six in the morning

So I made a mistake

The car has a flat

No Gary lost my keys

I tried to call early but…

Breakfast first please

I just got out of bed

It’s hard to get started

With you drilling in my head

I saw her smile

Then she drug me off my knees

I’ll beg her for forgiveness

But breakfast first please

Questions oh the questions

How they ring so loud

Mom keeps preaching

How I’m with the wrong crowd

She states her mind

She states it pretty well

For the next 3 weeks

I’ll be walking through hell

She’s got a list of chores

And the list is so long

I can see no friends

And there’s no tlelphone

She needs to chill out

It’s not as bad as it seems

One more cry and I’ll

The dog won’t leave me alone

Get away get away get away

Now I’m all stuck at home

She didn’t see it my way

The dog won’t leave me alone

Get away get away get away