Merry Christmas

(Sing to the tune of "Silver Bells" if you're so inclined)

Scattered, smothered, chunked and covered
World's greatest hash browns
In the air
There's a feeling of breakfast
Bikers, truckers
Smearing Smucker's
On pieces of white toast
And in every corner booth you'll hear

"Waffle House, Waffle House
Only place open on Christmas
It's a treat, when we eat
Here, every year, Christmas day"

Waffles, pancakes
Pork chops and steaks
Grilled bacon patty melts too
You won't find much health food
On this menu

Orders shouting
Coffee spouting
Martha Stewart's nightmare
And above all the bustle
You'll hear

"Waffle House, Waffle House

Only place open on Christmas

It's a treat, when we eat

Here, every year, Christmas day"

But next year, maybe dear,
Perhaps we could have Chinese
Perhaps we could have Chinese