I have a store I own
I make Chow Fun and everything home-grown
Sit in modest throne
It be home to me and I wok alone

I wok this empty seed
Grew it in the yard, cook jumbo steamed
Nothing now I knead
and I wok tons of wons and I wok alone

I wok alone
I wok alone

I wok alone
I wok a-

Like Shaolin, train for cooking many hour
White fellow, see my culinary power
Good times I dish some buns of sweet and sour
For you I wok alone

You shy? Come by, and try, deep-fry
A-mong, Foo-Young, Well-hung

I wok in ev'ry size
Something nice for foreign girls and guys
With their funny eyes
I no judge and always wok alone

Taste buds go for ride
All ducked up with Peking sauce on side
Some cannot decide
I say “NO SAUCE FOR YOU” and I wok alone

I wok alone
I wok alone

I wok alone
I wok a-

Like Shaolin, I am at one with my ginsu
White fellow, put down fork, use sticks as I do
Good times I dish some fun in plates of Moo Shu
And always wok alone

It rain? Re-main, in-sane, Chowww-mein
Big stain, re-frain

I wok alone
I wok a-

(Live Stir-fry solo)

I wok all beef and meat
If it get too hard, it jumbo-steamed
My stuff hard to beat
Some ‘wons and ‘meins and ‘funs and I wok a-

Like Shaolin, never had a drink at Starbucks
White fellow, try some beef and my Peking ducks
If place has buffet then you know that it sucks
That why I wok alone-

(During the final instrumental, the chef comes out and does the best juggling tricks you've ever seen with his cooking utensils)