There is a cereal I like to eat
They call it Raisin Bran
And it's been the start of many mornings
And God knows that's the plan

My mother likes her pancakes
She eats them by the stack
My father was an omelet man
'Til his heart attack

Now the only thing a breakfast needs
Is two scoops of raisins
Pour some milk right there on top
That's when the fun begins

(organ solo)

Oh mother don't make waffles
And toast I just cannot stand
Cereal is all I really need
In the house of the Raisin Bran

Well, I got my spoon inside my bowl
The sparkle's in my eyes
I'm searching through the whole damn box
To try and find the prize

There is a cereal I like to eat
They call it Raisin Bran
And it's been the start of many mornings
And God knows that's the plan

© 2006 Squirrelbait
Written by Mikey Squirrel

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