Twisting and turning, we are hot dogs   Twirling on top of gas station grills   Made from the skin and bones of pig   We glisten softly and simmer in heat      We roll side by side   And our shoulders touch   Use ketchup and mustard to cover us up   And I can’t recall a feeling better than this      Summer slowed down to speed up my pulse   We wandered sidewalks and moonlight held us   We sat on benches and we sang our songs   We stayed up all night and then we went home   And I can’t recall a feeling better than this      We stood on concrete, strangers saw us   They said in our eyes we looked in love   I can’t recall a feeling better than this      Sweet and sour and ripe   Flavors tasted on summer nights   And I can’t recall a feeling better than this      I’ve got ten fingers and I have ten toes   You’re softly sweeping my neck and nose   Twisting and turning, we are hot dogs   Twirling on top of blankets too hot   And I can’t recall a feeling better than this