When I moved to this town
I saw them, I smelled them
That is how I knew they were here

Pizza and hamburgers
Fried chicken, and tacos
Everything but what I hold dear

High, low, along fast food row
I believe that the hot dogs go on
As planned, I'll open my stand
I will boil up some weenees
My hot dogs will go on and on

I can hear the children
Weary of McDonald's
Cry for something new in a bun

Wait until I open
A Der Wienerschnitzel
Soon they'll be rejoicing as one

Up, down, where fast food is found
I believe that the hot dogs go on
With or without sauerkraut
They will feast on my weenees
My hot dogs will go on and on

There are some foods that will not
go away

You're here, your hunger is clear
And I know that my hot dogs go on
Your thanks, for my precious franks
Will resound in my heart
As my hot dogs go on and on