I'm feeling hungry, empty tummy, and I want to make it full
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So I spend the day at Wong's buffet and I eat till I explode
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There's sixty types of Oriental delights, I gotta have them all
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Chicken wings and onion rings, and sweet and sour balls
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At Wong's, come and sail with me
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At Wong's, on the sea of gluttony
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At Wong's, eat until it hurts
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But don't forget there's pudding for dessert
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The chicken's tough, the noodles are rough
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And the chow mein's three days old
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But it's quantity not quality that has got my soul
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So fill that plate, no mistake, there's no holding back
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I won't stop until I got a packed digestive tract
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A Wong's, no meal is a loss
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At Wong's covered in red sauce
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At Wong's, everything is battered
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And what's inside doesn't even matter
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Stop! Ooooohhhhh. Second plate! Huh! Third plate! Oh.
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Fourth plate. Ooooohh. Dessert. Uuuuuuugg.
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Fortune cookie. I ate the fortune.
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I try to leave, I want to heave, my whole body hurts
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Can barely stand, I tell you man, I got my money's worth
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If I get the time I'm going to go to China
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And eat at their ancient buffets
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But I'm wonderin', how they stay so thin
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Eating like this every day
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At Wong's, give chopsticks a try
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At Wong's, to pick up your french fry
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At Wong's, you know I'm coming back
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Eating here's worth the heart attack
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Wong's Chinese Buffet
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Wong's Chinese Buffet
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| The Arrogant Worms |
