Golden Corral

Golden Corral

                                                                                         (Sung to the tune of Brooks and Dunn’s, Neon Moon )

When the sun goes down

In Uncle Wilbur’s home town

At the Golden Corral,

He’s honkerin’ down,

And eating, yes, he’s eating.

He’s chewing chicken and ribs

Using bath towels for bibs

At the Golden Corral,

Wilbur’s all honkered down,

And eating, oh, oh yes, he’s eating.

So if you want some real fine dinner

Like a winner-winner chicken dinner

Get to the Golden Corral

‘fore Wilbur goes on the prowl,

And starts eating.

He loves some okra and greens,

Spaghetti and beans

Boiled onions and pie

Give’s it all a try,

He’s eating, burpin’ and eating.

So when the sun goes down

In Uncle Wilbur’s home town

Get to the Golden Corral,

Before he swallows it all down

And just keeps eatin’…

He’ll  just keeps eatin’