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Gol’ Corral (Parody of “Old Town Road”)

buffet kid

 

 

 

 

 


Yeah, I’m gonna wear sweatpants to the Gol’ Corral

I’m gonna eat ‘til I can’t no more

I’m gonna wear sweatpants to the Gol’ Corral

I’m gonna eat ‘til I can’t no more (Yum, Yum)

 

Prime rib’s in the back

That piece with lots o’ fat

Add a stick o’ butter

Cuz I like it like that

 

Shrimp’s my second course, mmm

You can fill your purse

I got another sundae

Extra syrup on soft serve, burp

 

Doctors can’t tell me nothin’

Cholesterol don’t mean nothin’

Doctors can’t tell me nothin’

Cholesterol don’t mean nothin’

 

Munchin’ deep fried batter,

Greens don’t seem to matter

Reheated turkey gravy

Drippin’ from my platter

 

People get unruly

Bumpin’ all into me

But I get to the sushi

It’s only here on Tuesday

 

Doctors can’t tell me nothin’

Cholesterol don’t mean nothin’

Doctors can’t tell me nothin’

Cholesterol don’t mean nothin’

 

Fork down, quarter pound, chewin’ on a lobster

Slurping down sodas faster than Nascar

Baby’s got a habit: onion rings with spicy orange sauce

Scarfin’ maple glazed bacon like it’s caviar

Got no stress, I’ve eaten all that

I’m like a Prilosec man so I pop one back

Always gonna wear sweatpants to the Gol’ Corral

And eat ‘til I can’t no more

 

Yeah, I’m gonna wear sweatpants to the Gol’ Corral

I’m gonna eat ‘til I can’t no more

I’m gonna wear sweatpants to the Gol’ Corral

I’m gonna eat ‘til I can’t no more (Yum, Yum)

I want some…

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