Fellows Eating Breakfast
Words by Bob Kanefsky © 1987-12-01
TTTO Fellowship Going South by Leslie Fish


[Am]What is porridge now?
Is it just a [F]goo until it’s [D]done?
[Dm]Mom may [G]feed it to us [C]when
She is on the [F]run.
But if we re[Dm]fuse, how [G]then?
[Em]What is porridge [Am]now?

Muffins on the side:
Aim ’em at the wall and fling ’em wide.
Knock those Teflon™ tins askew
With batter still inside.
Silverstone™ and rock-hard goo.
Muffins on the side.

Liver makes us whine.
We can smell its stench from far away (We can smell it cooking)
To our dinner plates tonight
It will find its way.
We who know this, mourn our plight.
Liver makes us whine.

Half a cup of juice:
Splash some on the floor and watch it flow.
Throw down half before you drink,
For how else can you know
If it pours the way you think?
Half a cup of juice.

What is porridge now?
Just a bowl of lumps, congealing fast.
Mom and Dad concede the war,
And lift us free at last.
We will touch this food no more.
What is porridge now?