there once was this fellow who needes money
to buy food and stuff like that
he needed tires for his car
a nut job for his cat
he picked up the morning paper
read this thing about killer frogs
on the next page he saw this add
that read..."do you want to sell hot dogs???"
chorus :
sweating in the hot dogs
making buns soggy
sweating like a fucking pig
in the hot doggy
everyone was screaming
like in a bad dream
it became a fucking mob
for sweating in the hot dogs
he called the number and the next day
he was working down town
the streets were hot and crowded
there were all these fucking clowns
sweat poured from his body
it was thicker than fog
then one drunk said
"stop sweating in the hot dogs"
chorus :
he reached and got a beer
from the cooler in the back
then he took out his penis
and he began to wack
"no more sweating in the hot dogs
it's special sauce instead"
half the people had a heart attack
the other half dropped dead
chorus :
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