[Verse 1]
It's 4 o'clock on a Saturday
A regular crowd waddles in
And there's an old man
He's at the register
An early bird with a quadruple chin
He says, "Miss, I don't need a doggy bag
Or container made from styrofoam
'Cause when I get the chance
I shove bread in my pants
And that's the way I take it home"
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, la la la di di da
La la di di da da dum
[Chorus]
Bring us a tray, you're the buffet man
Oh, bring us a tray tonight
'Cause you're salty and you're sweet
And it's all you can eat
We're bloated but we're feeling alright
[Verse 2]
And Travis, the chef, he's a friend of mine
He brings me a cinnamon roll
He says, "Tim, I could be the manager
Except that I'm still on parole."
It's 4 o'clock on a Saturday
A regular crowd waddles in
And there's an old man
He's at the register
An early bird with a quadruple chin
He says, "Miss, I don't need a doggy bag
Or container made from styrofoam
'Cause when I get the chance
I shove bread in my pants
And that's the way I take it home"
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, la la la di di da
La la di di da da dum
[Chorus]
Bring us a tray, you're the buffet man
Oh, bring us a tray tonight
'Cause you're salty and you're sweet
And it's all you can eat
We're bloated but we're feeling alright
[Verse 2]
And Travis, the chef, he's a friend of mine
He brings me a cinnamon roll
He says, "Tim, I could be the manager
Except that I'm still on parole."
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