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 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 my pulse up We wandered sidewalks Moon light held us We sat on benches We sang our songs We stayed up all night 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 And I can’t recall a feeling better than this Sweet and Sour Rough and ripe Flavors tasted On summer nights And I can’t recall a feeling better than this I’ve got ten fingers I have ten toes Yours softly sweeping My neck and my 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