[Verse]

(Sound of a dog panting in rhythm)

One, two... fetch it!

(Verse 1)

My name is Frank, but they call me Hot Dog

I’m living my life in a mustard-colored fog

I’m sitting on the rug, and I’m wagging my tail

When I hear that word, I’m a freight train on a rail!

The screen door slams and the charcoal’s lit

I’m ready for a piece of that all-beef hit!

(Chorus: Big, brassy sound)

They’re yelling "Hot Dog!"—Is it me or the meat?

I’m looking for a bun and a ballpark treat!

I’m a wiener dog chasing a wiener on a stick

Give me that relish, make it snappy and quick!

Am I a good boy? Or am I just lunch?

I’ve got the casing blues and a powerful munch!

(Verse 2)

My owner’s got the tongs, he’s the king of the grill

I’m standing in the grass, just waiting for the spill

He says, "Come here, Hot Dog!" and I jump in the air

But he’s talking to the frankfurt sitting over there!

It’s a cruel, cruel world for a pup with my name

When the dinner and the doggie are called the exact same!

(Bridge: Slow, soulful harmonica solo)

(Owner's voice: "Who's a hungry Hot Dog?")

Meow—I mean, WOOF! That's me! Pass the ketchup!(Guitar fade out)

I’m a Hot Dog... eating a hot dog...

Life is delicious.

(One final loud bark)