Breakfast in a Flying Saucer

We had a girl, don't infinida If for she cooked me was very bad I don't mean crab and kalaloo How kind of day she was, something new She saw me breakfast in a flying saucer And the lunch in a hot place She saw me breakfast in a flying saucer Every morning, I wake up late

I ask my girl where she learned to cook She said the recipes in the book Be sure they meet, don't go to waste The season is lost, the suit your taste My belly soon start to make a girl A hootin' to pin just like an owl She said I need some alkaline Up to the roof and there was I

She served me back, wasn't a fly in Sawsome I'd be lunchin' a hot plate She served me back, wasn't a fly plate For many mornings and many nights She had me sailing in spacious heights I'd look down once to see the view Frightened like mad, I'm telling you I soon collided with something big

I took my shovel and tried to dig A big obstruction stopped me cold Frozen beans in a fungy bowl She softly breakfast in a fly in Sousin And the lunch in a hot plate She softly breakfast in a fly in Sousin Every ball in a wake up late My life was sweet, don't infinity

That on Sunday mornings I caught me shard But now my life is positive Look what the woman do to me She served the breakfast in a flying saucer And the lunch in a hot plate She served the breakfast in a flying