| Well, my baby works in a hot dog stand
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| A-making them hot dogs as fast as she can
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| Up steps a cat and yells don’t be slow
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| And get me two hot dogs ready to go
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| Hot dog, she’s my baby
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| Hot dog, drives me crazy
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| Hot dog, I don’t mean maybe
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| Well, you oughta see my baby at the hot dog stand
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| Well, in the cool of the evening when the sun goes down
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| All the chicks and the cats all gather around
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| They order hot dogs and red soda pop
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| Then head down the road to a hep cat hop
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| Hot dog, she’s my baby
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| Hot dog, drives me crazy
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| Hot dog, don’t mean maybe
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| Well, you oughta see my baby at the hot dog stand
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| Well, I’m a-waiting for my baby every night at twelve
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| She closes up the shop and then we lose ourselves
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| At a hep cat hop, in a crazy way
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| We’re a-doin' the bop till the break of day
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| Hot dog, she’s my baby
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| Hot dog, drives me crazy
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| Hot dog, I don’t mean maybe
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| Well, you oughta see my baby at the hot dog stand
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| Hot dog, she’s my baby
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| Hot dog, drives me crazy
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| Hot dog, I don’t mean maybe
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| Well, you oughta see my baby at the hot dog stand
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| Hot dog
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| Hot dog
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| Hot dog
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| Hot dog
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| Hot dog
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| Hot dog |