The morning slips and slides, the bacon nibbles at my brain
From across the great divide… from the kitchen’s distant plain,
The silky sizzling smell… throughout the house it floods,
And gently does the victor reach my sleepy taste buds.
DONT GET KICKED IN THE ICEHOLE…
The morning slips and slides, the bacon nibbles at my brain
From across the great divide… from the kitchen’s distant plain,
The silky sizzling smell… throughout the house it floods,
And gently does the victor reach my sleepy taste buds.