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