employs breakfast-food images to lampoon Hollywood and the film industry. It improbably takes an "abrupt left turn" in its third verse, when the singer begins to fantasize himself an admired soldier
Wish I was a Kellogg's Cornflake Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies, Relaxin' awhile, livin' in style, Talkin' to a raisin who 'casion'ly plays L.A., Casually glancing at his toupee.
Wish I was an English muffin 'Bout to make the most out of a toaster.
I'd ease myself down, Comin' up brown.
I prefer boysenberry More than any ordinary jam. I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan.
Ah, South California.
If I become a first lieutenant Would you put my photo on your piano? To Maryjane-- Best wishes, Martin. (Old Roger draft-dodger Leavin' by the basement door), Everybody knows what he's Tippy-toeing down there for
is breezy and minimal musically, with a soft jazz-style percussion and seemingly improvised guitar lines dominated by seventh chords.