From the album “Songs For Pathetic Lovers” featuring Greg Brayton and the songs of Art Fettig
(c) 1997 Growth Unlimited Inc. – Distributed by Connert Media LLC (previously Infomedia Inc.)
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Well I lost four pound in dieter’s heaven
Went out to eat and gained back seven
Hunkerin’ down at the Big Buffet Cafe
I was dancin’ on the rim of an idiot fringe
When I went on a twenty thousand calorie binge
Hunkerin’ down at the Big Buffet Cafe
I want honeyed ham, candied yam
Hot dam! Nine different kinds of spam
Hunkerin’ down at the big buffet cafe.
I take tacos and Piua, egg lung you
I’ll be lickin’ my fingers and my elbows too
Hunkerin’ down at the Big Buffet Cafe
Chorus
1 will be hunkerin’ down, hunkerin’ down
Hunk, hunk, hunk, hunk, hunkerin’ down
Hunkerin’ down at the Big Buffet Cafe
Mm Mashed potatoes with a lake of gravy
Bisquets like we had in the U.S. Navy
Load one plate and pile another
Some day, maybe, I’ll recover
After that well, it won’t hurt
To try just one of each desert
Finally called a screechin’ halt
When I topped it all off with a pound of salt.
Repeat chorus
Ah sing it boys … Hunkerin’ down, hunkerin’ down
• Hunk, Hunk, Hunk, Hunk, Hunkerin’ down
(repeat after each line)
I filled my plate and filled my cup
Now, I just hope I don’t throw up.
I drank two gallons of ice tea
And I didn’t even take the time to
They had a thousand things and I ate ’em all
Now I’m really hearin’ Mother Nature’s call.
I should be muscled, lean and mean
I bought that exercise machine
A honkerin’ down at the Big Buffet Cale
