Gaelic Storm - Irish Breakfast Day lyrics

Cracked mug, cuppa, toast and jelly
Weather forecast is on the telly
'Dairygold', cloudy skies
Bacon, rashers, beans and fries
'HP' brown sauce, salt and pepper
Duffle coat and a wooly sweater!

Everybody's got a dream, this is mine
I want an island in the stream and some time
And sunshine, sunshine, sunshine, sunshine
Chucking buckets the streets are drowning
Looking gloomy my sausage is frowning
Mushrooms are looking overdone
Clouds are beating up the sun
Farmhouse eggs done over easy
Cold front coming, wet and breezy!

The whistle on the kettle is calling
Sleet and snow, the pressure's falling
Marmalade that comes from Spain
Where rain falls mainly on the plain
Patchy fog, it's ten degrees
Black pudding, jam and mushy peas!

Everybody's got a dream, this is mine
Everybody's got a dream, this is mine

Eggs are up and they're looking sunny
Yellow yoke is warm and runny
Tomato halves are grilled and lying
Next to the white bread fresh from frying
Thunderstorms are on the way
Just another Irish breakfast day!

Everybody's got a dream, this one's mine
Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine
Got a dream, got a dream of sunshine