There are hot dogs I remember, some are fried, and some are boiled, some are bitter, not with cheddar.

Some are bruised your eyes, when wrapped in foil, all the hot dogs have their moments,

like pigs in a rap with silver-crout.

I know well off and stop and dream about them.

In my life, I love them all.

In my life, I love them all.

Get you to do do do do do, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, bling,

I love you hot dogs.

T-B-T-L!

You're hungry, you're confused,

your face is streaked with dry tears,

and you don't even remember when you started crying.

For one thing, I have no shame before another mortal.

All my chains between myself and Christ,

I never dropped my eyes to another human being.

Notice me, Senpai! Notice me!

Ladies and gentlemen,

let us welcome Washington's fearless political satirist,

the court jester,

on the poop deck of the ship of state.

I've never been more honored.

Uh, to be introduced on a Monday afternoon edition of T-B-T-L,

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