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"Chicken Chow Mein" in the tune of November Rain. - created by WARF
When I'm eating all your fries
I can feel a fart restrained
But hot dog when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the shame
Heart burn it lasts forever
And Chinese food is strange
And it's hard to tip an Asian
when it's cold chicken chow mein
I've washed this shirt such a long long time
Just tryin' to clean the stain
leftovers always come and leftovers always go
An no one's really sure where's the closest buffet
miles away...
If I could find some thyme
or a Spanish kind of lime
I could cook my food
With a little bit of swine
or red wine
So if you want to love me
then don't order beef lo mein
Or I'll just end up starvin'
with this cold chicken chow mein
Do you eat some ribs...on the bone
Do you eat wontons...all alone
Everybody needs fried rice... on their own
Don't you know you need fried rice ...all alone
I know it's hard to conceal a smelly fart
MSG is out to harm you
But if you could conceal this smelly fart
I could finish this platter of pu pu
Sometimes I eat dumplings...on my own
Sometimes I need dumplings...all alone
Everybody needs fried rice... on their own
Don't you know you need fried rice...all alone
And when your farts subside
And the smell still remains
I know that you Wang Chung
When there's no more egg foo young
So never mind the noodles
or the shrimp lo mein
'Cause no one tips the waiter
for even cold chicken chow mein
Don't ya think that you need wontons
Don't ya think that you need wontons
Everybody eats wontons
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
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