歌词
Verse 1:
Well, I was grillin' every weekend, hotdogs on the fire,
Makin' chili and onions, man, I’d never tire,
But my lady started fussin’, said she’d had enough,
Of my endless love for mustard and that weenie stuff.
Pre-Chorus:
She said, “It’s either me or those hotdogs, dear,”
But I couldn’t give ‘em up, they’re the reason I cheer,
So I kept on grillin’ while she packed her bags,
Now I’m sittin’ here alone, eatin’ weenies with a gag.
Chorus:
Oh, hotdogs and heartache, it’s a tale of woe,
I’m drownin' in ketchup and a whole lotta sorrow,
With a side of pickles and a bun that’s gone stale,
I lost my love to my hotdog tale.
Verse 2:
I had ‘em in the mornin’, had ‘em late at night,
Hotdogs for breakfast and lunch, man, it felt so right,
But she couldn’t take the smell or the endless parade,
Of those sizzling sausages and the way I behaved.
Pre-Chorus:
She said, “It’s either me or those hotdogs, dear,”
But I couldn’t give ‘em up, they’re the reason I cheer,
So I kept on grillin’ while she packed her bags,
Now I’m sittin’ here alone, eatin’ weenies with a gag.
Chorus:
Oh, hotdogs and heartache, it’s a tale of woe,
I’m drownin' in ketchup and a whole lotta sorrow,
With a side of pickles and a bun that’s gone stale,
I lost my love to my hotdog tale.
Bridge:
Now I’m cookin’ for one, and the fridge is bare,
With a lonely grill and a cold empty chair,
I’ll toast to the days of my hotdog delight,
But I’m cryin' in the condiments every single night.
Chorus:
Oh, hotdogs and heartache, it’s a tale of woe,
I’m drownin' in ketchup and a whole lotta sorrow,
With a side of pickles and a bun that’s gone stale,
I lost my love to my hotdog tale.
Outro:
So if you’re grillin’ and chillin’ with a taste so divine,
Remember to balance and keep love in line,
‘Cause too many hotdogs can lead to a fall,
And you might find yourself with a barbecue ball.
