Hot Dog Blues by Barbecue Joe and his White Guy Band
Yeah.
Oh yeah.
OHHHHHHH, yeah.
Since you left me, mama
I got dem ole
Hot Dog Blues.
Got it so bad I bin puttin'
Mustard on my shoes
Since you left me baby,
I'm hangin' roun'
With a big bunch of Jews!
(musical interlude)
Boss man sez
I gots ta pay my dues
(thump thump thump)
With the mob on my case,
I cain't see how I can refuse
And though you're thinkin', baby
That it's only a ruse
And though you're thinkin', baby
That I've lost my muse
And though you're thinkin', baby
That I'se exclaimin' "J'accuse"
(while reading Spinoza)
It don't make no difference, naw sahhhhhhhhh. . .
Cuz I've got dem -
Got dem -
Ohhhhhhhh, cuz I've got dem -
Got dem-old hot dog blues:
Gotta get down to de cawnah store to buy some,
I ain't got no time. . . to. . . loooooooooose!
