| I ate so many hot dogs
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| Couldn’t look a cold dog in the face
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| I ate so many hot dogs
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| Couldn’t look a cold dog in the face
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| I had them in chili gravy
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| And I ate them in tomato paste
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| Down in New Orleans
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| In the place where I was born
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| Down in New Orleans
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| In the place where I was born
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| I eat so many chickens
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| Till their flocks all in my bones
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| Sunday, I got fried chicken
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| Monday, chicken a la king
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| Tuesday, chicken giblets
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| And Wednesday chicken wings
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| Thursday chicken fricassee
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| Friday, chicken stew
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| Saturday, scrambled eggs
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| And you know that’s chicken too
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| No more hot dogs
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| Those days are clearly gone
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| Now, I eat so many chicken
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| Until their flocks all in my bones |