Waffle Strut

Bacon’s sizzlin', the scent wafts by Funky beats from the jukebox nigh In every booth, you know the scene Laughter mixes with the sizzle and gleam [Pre-Chorus] Flip the script, shake the sleep from your eyes Day’s first disco under morning skies Golden griddles, hot and ready to go Maple syrup flowin' with a buttery glow Stack 'em high on a Sunday morn, watch 'em rise In the heart of the city, where the breakfast vibes Whippin' batter, flippin' round, crispy brown Every diner, every town’s got that sound We got the that butter, to make your waffle sizzle We got that syrup, that makes your heart dribble We got that batter, that lights up the whole city We got that jam, to make your face so pretty You know you want this waffle right between your gums Hold on a minute, sit back tight, now listen to these drums. You just ate that waffle, gonna feel so funky fresh Like a pure shot of sugar, straight into the chest You sip that coffee, that's sitn near the plate Pefect temperature warm, not hot; it must be fate Time to pay that check, be on your sexy way Until we meet next time, where your waffle gods await