I'm feeling hungry, empty tummy
I want to make it full
So I spend the day at Wong's buffet
And 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 desert

The chicken's tough, the noodles are rough
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

At 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! Ooooooooooooh! Second plate! Huh! Third plate! Ohhh. Fourth plate! Ooooohh! Dessert! Ohhh! 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
To 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!

(Nope, no special Vets'/Rememberance Day song. I'm neither in the US nor UK nor Canada. Instead, 'tis the season to be silly 'round these parts. Plus, I can relate. Went to a similar restaurant yesterday. Except that it was better quality. :))