[Verse 1]
It's 4 o'clock on a Saturday
A regular crowd waddles in
And there's an old man
He's at the register
An early bird with a quadruple chin

He says, "Miss, I don't need a doggy bag
Or container made from styrofoam
'Cause when I get the chance
I shove bread in my pants
And that's the way I take it home"

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, la la la di di da
La la di di da da dum

[Chorus]
Bring us a tray, you're the buffet man
Oh, bring us a tray tonight
'Cause you're salty and you're sweet
And it's all you can eat
We're bloated but we're feeling alright

[Verse 2]
And Travis, the chef, he's a friend of mine
He brings me a cinnamon roll
He says, "Tim, I could be the manager
Except that I'm still on parole."
And Paul is a regular customer
With Pete, his identical twin
And when they walk side by side
They're at least ten feet wide
Nobody knows how they got in

[Chorus]
Bring us a tray, you're the buffet man
Oh, bring us a tray tonight
'Cause you're salty and you're sweet
And it's all you can eat
We're bloated but we're feeling alright

[Verse 3]
And it's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
But the manager is going insane
'Cause he saw someone sneeze
In the fresh Mac and Cheese
Now he's calling it Quiche Lorraine

And the pizza, it smells like a pizza
And the music is blaring Adele
Yes, I came in for brunch
And it turned into lunch
How about dinner? Oh, what the -
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, la la la di di da
La la di di da da dum

[Chorus]
Bring us a tray, you're the buffet man
Oh, bring us a tray tonight
'Cause you're salty and you're sweet
And it's all you can eat
We're bloated but we're feeling alright