I dedicate this song to my friend Rich Gouette.
The song is The Hotel Dunkin Donuts starts:
On a dark crowded strip mall, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of Coconut Kreme, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a pink and orange light
My gut grew hungry, and my mouth watered, I had to stop for a bite
There she stood at the counter, I heard the drive-thru bell
And I was thinking to myself, this could be Krispy Kreme or this could be Hell
Then she picked up a powdered, and she showed me the way
There were voices from the back room, I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Dunkin’ Donuts
Such a lovely place, such a lovely glaze
Plenty of room at the Hotel Dunkin’ Donuts
Any time of year, you can eat ‘em here
For the rest of the verses, and a mild feeling of sugary panic, go to Chad Norman’s blog.