Hot Dog

Meaty and disgusting
You're a taste sensation
Made from the remains
Of God knows what
Once you were a racoon
Splattered on the highway
Oscar Meyer picked you up--
You're lunch.

Mmm.testicles, tongues and eyes
And the hands of slow workers
Now you're drawing flies
Hot dog, how I love you
[repeat refrain]

[spoken]
I know your triglycerides are killing me
But I can't stop--
You're the meat version of the Twinkie
God bless you, hot dog.