Breakfast of Champions

So you think you're wild 'n' rock'n'roll
You're not fit for the bathroom bowl
Maybe some girlies think you're hip
But the boys who know won't stand that shit
That teenage yelp that you call rage
We're gonna blow you off the stage

We're gonna play you off the park
Cutey gold fish, meet the sharks
Our granny's play it like you do
The breakfast of champions is you!
You think your cool, so did the Fonz
You might have to accept the bronze

We've heard 'em bullshit like you do
The cemetery's full of ones like you
In this bout you'll need some luck
You're best hope is runner up
We'll rock til you can take no more
Use your face to clean the floor

Go back home or come 'n' fight
Do you think that this is amateur night?



Credits
Writer(s): Michael James Pannell
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