Lyrics Chick-Fil-a (…But It’s Sunday) - Bobby Bones & The Raging Idiots

I got a craving that I can't kick
It's making me weak, it's making me sick
I want to get in my car and drive to you
There is nothing else that I can do
I want Chick-fil-a but it's Sunday
I want the fries that are made of waffle
But now i'm feeling awful
I want chick-fil-a but it's Sunday
Yeah, the one day that you aren't open
Is the one day that I was hoping
To get Chick-fil-a
Yeah, yeah, yeah
To get chick- fil-a
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I yell "Hello" thru the drive thru
"Hello"
Nobody answers me back
I look around for all the other cars
Where the heck is everyone at
I want Chick-fil-a but it's Sunday
I want the fries that are made of waffle
But now i'm feeling awful
I want chick-fil-a but it's Sunday
Yeah, the one day that you aren't open
Is the one day that I was hoping
To get Chick-fil-a
Yeah, yeah, yeah
To get chick- fil-a
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want chick-fil-a but it's Sunday
I want the fries that are made of waffle
But now i'm feeling awful
I want chick-fil-a but it's Sunday
Yeah, the one day that you aren't open
Is the one day that I was hoping
To get Chick-fil-a
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Chick-fil-a
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But it's sunday
Yeah, yeah, yeah