Well now... People talkin’ ‘bout avocado toast Protein shakes and yogurt bowls Dried berries and freeze dried fruit Cold brew lattes from a drive-thru joint Some folks count carbs on a little phone app Some drink green juice while they jog a lap But down at Earl’s on Highway Nine Breakfast still tastes like real food sublime Give me pancakes stacked up high Butter meltin’ while the steam rolls by Maple syrup like a golden rain Washin’ away every ounce of pain Bacon sizzlin’ on the side Lord have mercy, that’s a beautiful sight You can keep your fancy downtown plans I’m a pancake man Mama made French toast on a Saturday morn On a cast iron grill that was old and worn Daddy liked eggs and a country ham steak Black coffee strong enough to wake the state Cold cereal rattlin’ in a bowl Animal shapes and chocolate Oh's Biscuits and gravy still taste first-rate Now folks eat sushi at half past eight I ain’t sayin’ modern food is wrong Eat what you like and carry on But when life gets hard and the nights get long A hot short stack can bring you home Give me pancakes stacked up high Butter meltin’ while the steam rolls by Maple syrup like a golden rain Sweet enough to heal a weary brain Bacon sizzlin’ on the side That old breakfast joy you just can’t hide You can keep your smoothie bowls and bran I’m a pancake man Yeah I’m a pancake man...
