Eggs Brutus

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Sat down for breakfast, a hunger quite vast, Ordered Eggs Benedict, expected a blast. Hollandaise promised, golden and sleek, What I got instead made my stomach weak. [Chorus] Eggs Brutus, oh you cut me deep, Betrayed at breakfast, almost made me weep. Took a bite, felt the stab in the back, "Etu, Benedict?" Now trust is what I lack. [Instrumental Interlude] [Verse 2] The muffin was soggy, the ham paper-thin, Eggs overcooked, where do I begin? Sat there in shock, my heart filled with dread, The sauce not creamy, but curdled instead. [Chorus] Eggs Brutus, oh you cut me deep, Betrayed at breakfast, almost made me weep. Took a bite, felt the stab in the back, "Etu, Benedict?" Now trust is what I lack. [Bridge] I came here for comfort, for poached eggs divine, Not for betrayal on a plate so malign. Oh Brutus, your knife could never compete, With the betrayal of eggs not fit to eat. [Screaming Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] The chef in the back must've thought it a joke, To serve such a dish to a regular folk. Next time I’ll order just toast and some beans, Keep it simple, avoid such scenes. [Chorus] Eggs Brutus, oh you cut me deep, Betrayed at breakfast, almost made me weep. Took a bite, felt the stab in the back, "Etu, Benedict?" Now trust is what I lack. [Outro] So here’s to the breakfast that could have been great, Eggs Brutus on my plate, the food I now hate. I walked out the door, left a tip, said goodbye, Next time I’ll make my own, at least I’ll try. [End]