Breakfast Boo-Ga-Loo

Lyrics
Ooh, I take my breakfast, consisting of, two eggs and a crips bacon fry With a cup of strong coffee, full up to the brim So I can float my queen Mary dry Like little Jack Horner, gonna sit in the corner and take the lady of the guitar in my life Try'n put my passion in the freezer, before i get another seizure And go back to bed holding her tight, for the rest of the night Those charming young demoiselles on the boulevard Saint Germain Flirting with the patron saints While Kerouac's and Ginsberg's bedrolls hold the creases From the first class compartments in trains Well I've got to be quick, can't you see that I'm a jet-aged, spaced kind of travelling dharma bum I've gotta play fourteen more cities, and it seems such a pity To leave here while I'm having fun, seems it's only just begun Those shoe-string disciples from the temples of Krishna Shake collection boxes in my face And those telephone Romeos keep phoning up my lady And I start pretending to ache But she turns me on in circles that she learned from some dixie-jive, gypsy-boy in between frowns You want to hear her swear how her love is head and shoulders way above Anything that ever got her two feet off the ground, while I was around
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Credits
- Writers
- Gary Farr