Chick-Fil-A (…But It’s Sunday)

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