I'm a hot dog sitting in the fog,
Waitin' for my day in the sun.
And I'm all alone, faraway from home
Just me, my mustard, and my bun.
And though I miss you,
But time is on my side.
And though I need you,
But you and onions make me cry.
And I'm all beef but I have a heart
And it's bleeding now that you've gone away
And I wish everything was kosher as me
But I'm not healthy for you anyway.
And though I miss you,
But time is on my side.
And though I need you,
But you and onions make me cry.