Oh, here she comes
Having the same old food again
Fresh Wanton soup
Visits never seem to end
If I could cook all The right foods
I know she'd try my buffet
If I could cook all the right foods this would not have happened

And if she goes
I know that she'll
Be back tomorrow

But if she croaks
I will beleive
My restaurant is over

Replay last night:
I spent my all to make it right
Pork on the side, but it was bad and she choked on it now

And if she goes
I know that she'll
Be back tomorrow

I won't let go
Even if she
Turns blue and falls over
I thought it would be
Different this time
In a good way

And when I built this restaraunt
I never thought
I would lose my cooking registration
Come on, don¹t inhale it
We'll try again
And if I'd just hit you
You'd throw up
But she sits, panicking
Blue in the face
Hitting me, oh god
This is the end
I'd give all my limbs
But there's nothing more now I can do
Why did you go?
Why did you go?
Why me?