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