 Written by Owen/Dedmon
My baby works in a hot dog stand, makin' them hot dogs as fast as she can
Up steps a cat, now don't be slow, get me two hot dogs ready to go
Hot dog, she's my baby, hot dog, drives me crazy
Hot dog,don't mean maybe, you ought to see my baby in a hot dog stand
In the cool of the evening when the sun goes down, all the cats and the chicks
all gather round
They order hot dogs and red soda pop, then they head downtown to a hep cat hop
Hot dog, she's my baby, hot dog, drives me crazy
Hot dog,don't mean maybe, you ought to see my baby in a hot dog stand
I'm waiting for my baby every night at twelve, she closes up the top and then we
lose ourselves
At a hep cat hop any crazy way, we're doin' the bop till the break of day
Hot dog, she's my baby, hot dog, drives me crazy
Hot dog,don't mean maybe, you ought to see my baby in a hot dog stand
Now the cats here and how been hangin' around, trying to get my baby, trying to
put me down
She either don't hear, she either don't care, maybe it's the way that I brush my
hair
Hot dog, she's my baby, hot dog, drives me crazy
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