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Sunday morning, I'm not gonna lie I'm pretty hungover and I'm scat and I'm dry I'm sitting with the family in a boujee café Why did I drop four cups before Mother's Day? The waitress says "I'm Patricia can I get you a drink?" "Hey, Patricia, can you bring me the kitchen sink? So I can drown myself in front of all your clientele I've done bad things to my body, now I'm going through hell" Mum says, "Tom's such a funny boy!" My sister says, "Don't you fuckin' ruin Mother's Day again" I heard what they said but I couldn't care less I just saw this café does a, a big breakfast Big, big, big, big, big, big Big breakfast I'm gonna regret ordering the Big breakfast Everybody seems to forget how they felt last time They got the big breakfast I think that I'm still drunk It's the only thing getting me out of this funk "Patricia, daddy want the big breakfast" Wednesday arvo, work's set up an embargo On me going home to watch Netflix and cry Boss says, "Hey, we've had a long day Why wouldn't we have the next meeting down in the café? Whatever you want you know it's boss man's shout But nothing too pricey, don't get the trout!" Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, fuck you I'm gonna get the most expensive thing on the menu What do they got? Oh, they do an all-day breakfast here Shit! Eggs, bacon Hashed brown, baked beans Another hashed brown Sausage, toast Regret I'm gonna regret ordering the Big breakfast Everybody seems to forget how they felt last time They got the big breakfast Don't you talk to me about my health I just want a breakfast that makes me hate myself And that's why I'm gonna get the big breakfast I'm gonna get the big breakfast I'm gonna get the big breakfast
Writer(s): Tom Cardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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