Whoo hoo, yeah
Whoo hoo, yeah

There are whiners, there are diners
There are foodies, chefs and critics
And they’ll coach you and reproach you
With their cuisine analytics
Come on

They can patter on a platter
On each dish’s presentation
And each restaurant that they won’t haunt
Only earns their indignation

All their minions and opinions
Are an effort that is wasted
I don’t listen ’cuz they’re missin’
The best food you’ve ever tasted

At the Waffle House
You will never see me waffle
At the Waffle House
Yes I love it something awful

Their Belgian waffles are a bruncher’s dream
The Waffle House will always reign supreme

[guitar solo flowing with buttery, syrupy goodness]

Their waffle cones will make you scream “Ice cream!”
Their waffle batter flows in my bloodstream

Ooh
My sweet Waffle House
I would wed you were it lawful
At the Waffle House
Whoo hoo, yeah
At the Waffle House
Whoo hoo, yeah