I'll tell you what I learned when I was just a lad:
My father is the butcher,
My mother grinds the meat,
And I'm the little hotdog,
That runs around the street.
I'll tell you what I learned when I was just a lad:
My father is the butcher,
My mother grinds the meat,
And I'm the little hotdog,
That runs around the street.
I'll tell you what I learned when I was just a lad:
My father is the butcher,
My mother grinds the meat,
And I'm the little hotdog,
That runs around the street.