Sunday Breakfast Treat Lyrics

Grate up, half pound of Cheddar,
Transfer into a pot,
With a spoon full of mustard,
You may like mild, I prefer hot.
Put in a splash of Tabasco,
A table spoon of Worcester sauce,
A cup of stale beer,
Plus pepper and salt.
Mix it up and preparation's over,
All you have to do now is heat,

It's a proper Sunday Breakfast Treat.
Put the pan on a low flame,
Take it to stir all the time,
Toast four slices of good bread,
And when the Welsh Rarebit mixture's melted - combine.
Top up with sliced tomato,
Serve it up with Earl Grey tea,
Read the Sunday Papers,
Which you bought previously.
It's the perfect start to a Sunday,
Laying in bed is hard to beat,
Doing nothing much is such a treat.
Now that's finished and its over,
While there nothing left for us to do,
I've had a great idea, come here.