SUNNY SIDE UP [INTRO] Wake up— Sun’s an egg in a buttercup sky, Coffee clouds rolling about waist-high, Toast on the trees and the mountains got jam— Fuck I know where I woke up, Not again, goddamn [VERSE 1] Came crashing through the Cornflake Canyon, Riding on the back of a Biscuit Bandits Wagon, Huge fucking dragon pancake lizard flapping overhead, While the Baconbacks stampede through the olive cults bread. Hash-Brown Hounds in the Tater Tot Pines, Wait holy shit it’s Matt — I left him here last time, Little Jelly Goblins stealing all his prized grapevines, So I swung in and rescued his behind — Next thing I knew we met a French Toast Frog with a powdered-sugar coat made of blunt smog, Said, “Don’t cross the raspberry syrup river without a Waffle Boat.” So we commandeered a vessel from the CrunchBerry toast, sailed downstream even past Marmalade Bay, Where the Cinnamon Sirens sing all day, I told Matt to tie me to the mast so I could hear the song that so many men hear last — Wax fell outta Matt’s ears and he jumped overboard guess that’s the end of matt [CHORUS] I’m fried— SUNNY SIDE UP! Romping through the breakfast world with my lucky clover socks pulled up, When shit hits the fan again in again — I just ignore and get more ripped man— Fat bluster rips outta an ice cold bong — blinker dabs that look like purple fog— a shot of shine bright rooster whiskey and a couple shrooms — I thought I couldn’t do more but I made room You might be thrown but I’m doing fucking great — haze mind vision is how I satiate — you might disagree but the whole world be singing my song — I’m a fucking hero kinda like Ajax except I didn’t die like that [VERSE 2] Noon hits twelve on the peach scorched Clock, Butter Bell rings from Bagel Rock, The Omelet Oracle crawls from his cave, With a beard made of cheese and a spatula blade. He said— “Beware when the Eggclipse comes, When the Breakfast Moon beats the Sausage Drums, The Yolktopus wakes in the Hollandaise Deep, And the Croissant King rises from a thousand-year sleep.” Well SHIT…. We still gotta find Matt So we took off through the Cereal Fields, Captain Crunch Pirates banging spoon-shaped shields, Milk River raging, Lucky Charms in the foam, And a Pop-Tart Hound with Three fucking heads — guarding the Vice Chancellors Breakfast Castle on Lollipop Bay— you might think it BUT HE’S NOT GAY [PRE-CHORUS] Three-thirty hits on the Bacon Dial, We’ve been walking through oatmeal for seventeen-seven miles, But the Maple Moose says we ain’t far enough— So saddle that biscuit— [CHORUS] SUNNY SIDE UP! Romping through the breakfast world with my lucky clover socks pulled up, When shit hits the fan again in again — I just ignore and get more ripped man— Fat bluster rips outta an ice cold bong — blinker dabs that look like purple fog— a shot of shine bright rooster whiskey and a couple shrooms — I thought I couldn’t do more but I made room You might be thrown but I’m doing fucking great — haze mind vision is how I satiate — you might disagree but the whole world be singing my song — I’m a fucking hero kinda like Ajax except I’m not a retarded psychopath [BRIDGE — THE BREAKFAST WORLD CLOCK] At six, the Coffee Snakes scream, At seven, milk floods Cereal Green, At eight, the Butter Mountains melt like crushed up crackers in a piss filled bath, At nine, the Toast King buckles his belt and does some cocaine — At ten, Syrup Falls start pouring and mixing with pig shit rain, At eleven, the Muffin Moles start ripping people underground, [Third VERSE] So raise your forks at the Omelet Gates, Past the Pancake Trolls with the blueberry face, Ride the Biscuit Hogs with banana tusks straight into dawn, Even though— wait— it’s Matt — he’s not dead and he has a French toast crown upon his head — behind him marches Jelly Goblins, Hash-Brown Hounds and Muffin Hobgoblins, a slaughter Coffee Kraken, and the head of the Maple Moose on a spear, Holy shit — things just got weird — I shouted to Matt — what the fuck have you done? [FINAL CHORUS] I’m fried— SUNNY SIDE UP! Romping through the breakfast world with my lucky clover socks pulled up, You might be thrown but I’m doing fucking great — haze mind vision is how I satiate — you might disagree but the whole world be singing my song — I’m a fucking hero kinda like Ajax except I ain’t a little bitch that tries to kill my own army and ends up embarrassed because I just killed sheep — throw yourself on a sword and go to sleep [Final Verse] So now I was at my last resort — I needed Matt to dethrone himself before a retort — so I did the one thing I knew he couldn’t resist — I pulled out a can of crisp fresh mountain mist — I saw the glimmer in his eye as he looked and I knew I had him hooked — He jumped down from his golden throne and he said “Is that the last can?” Like he didn’t know — so with that we took off real fast — me and Matt — hopefully we’re never going back
