sittin' on an oak bench...eyin' menu's words with food intent
what sounds yummy ?..i don't know
greasy bacon ain't the way to go...hey, waffle lunch
cryin' that i want some...watchin' as the silly waitress runs
hey...waffle lunch

don't serve it cold...or sloppily...or coldly
take your time...i'll wait here...i suppose
though hungry, bad...i must wait until you've done it
i hope things do not bog...i want my treat

waffles, i moan...i want to scarf a load
starvation is my mode...i'd love to eat
waffle lunch, i'll spend...though i start to feel quite queasy
i won't feel odd, once i begin to feed

how i will dismember...that tender lovely treat
will the butter cling unto my beard as creamy memory ?
as i snatch the tiniest last crumbs...i'll discreetly chow 'em down
and for hours i'll feel fullness from my fling

those tiny folds...a pancake seems so homely
it must be time...anticipation close
i want 'em bad...i intend to be a-hoggin'
the syrup will be soggin' up a spree

can't eat at home...there's none in my abode
i truck on down the road and take a seat
waffle lunch, i'll spend...i don't want eggs over easy
don't think i'm odd...its waffles that i need

how i will dismember...that tender lovely treat
will the butter cling unto my beard as creamy memory ?
as i snatch the tiniest last crumbs...i'll discreetly chow 'em down
and for hours i'll feel fullness from my fling

oh...waffle lunch