Hotcakes were her favorite every morning
For breakfast it was Ihop, all the way
But love took a bad course
She's gone, and...filed for divorce
Now, I sit all alone here every day

I'm havin'... Hotcakes By The Number,
Coffees...by the score..
Every day I miss my Bess
And love her more and more
I hear, "What...syrup would you like, Sir?"
The waitress speaks her line
Well, I tell her thanks for askin'
But, I'll just have tears on mine

Hotcakes fill the platters...stacked around me
The bill's a hundred dollars, I must pay
I'll munch another mouthful,
Keep my...eyes on the door
And maybe she'll come in again, today...

Yes, I've got....Hotcakes By The Number
Sadly keepin' score
Brunchin' up my lonliness,
This plate makes eighty four
I hear, "What syrup would you like, Sir?"
The waitress speaks her line
Well, I tell her thanks for askin'
But, I'll just have tears on mine..

Yes, I tell her thanks for askin'
But, I'll just have tears on mine...