Breakfast Eggs

My favorite queen told me not to sing

Do not think about all of these things

And do not care about the war

Instead I'll lay on her floor

"Come to me, you little one", She said

Candy I want, want your candy

Candy, I want your candy

[x2]

I'm looking and touching her little legs

I'm making her favorite, breakfast eggs

I want her to be my Uncle Sam

Then she can throw me in the trash

Candy I want, want your candy

Candy, I want your candy

[x4]