[Intro: dry count-in, pick scrape into wah-wah guitar chatter, tight funk-metal bass riff, kick/snare locked dead-center, no reverb, crowd noise chopped like a DJ scratch] (Yeah) (Check it) (One-two, one-two) [Verse: shouted rap vocal, clipped and confrontational, wah-wah guitar stabbing between lines, bass popping hard under dry punchy drums, 90s protest-rock swagger] So... you're gettin' down, you better take a number You better stand in line, it's gonna be a long summer The devil went down to Georgia with his strap And I went to Nathan's for a ten-dollar snack [Pre-Chorus: groove tightens, guitar mutes into percussive scratches, drums half-drop then slam back in, vocal gets nastier and more rhythmic] Like a short-order cook, I'm servin' all of you With a whole lotta bad attitude I gotta whole lotta bad attitude Yeah, you know that's true [Chorus: full-band explosion, shouted gang vocals, riff doubles the vocal rhythm, dry snare cracking like a street protest chant] Hot dogs on parade Hot dogs on parade Hot dogs on parade Hot dogs on parade [Post-Chorus: wah guitar squeal, bass riff walks down chromatically, drummer hits stop-start accents, vocal ad-libs close-mic and pissed] (Bring the mustard) (Nah, bring the pain) (Hot dogs) [Verse 2: heavier groove-metal pocket, bass louder and meaner, guitar riff more angular, vocal taunting and aggressive with hardcore hip-hop cadence] And you're standin' around like you own the place Lookin' at me with that dumb look on your face You wanna fight? Let's go outside And we can play who-wants-to-bleed-first tonight [Pre-Chorus: drums drop to kick and floor tom, palm-muted guitar pulses like a warning siren, vocal builds from sneer to full shout] 'Cause I got no time for attitude And I got a whole lotta bad attitude I gotta whole lotta bad attitude And I'm comin' for you [Chorus: bigger reprise, gang vocals wider, wah-wah guitar screaming behind the hook, bass and kick locked in a brutal funk-metal bounce] Hot dogs on parade Hot dogs on parade Hot dogs on parade Hot dogs on parade [Breakdown: stripped to bass, dry snare, and scratchy wah guitar, shouted call-and-response energy, sudden stop-time hits] Take a number Stand in line Ten-dollar snack Bad attitude [Final Chorus: full-band riot, shouted male vocal stacked with gang responses, guitar solo uses rhythmic wah stabs instead of flashy shredding] Hot dogs on parade Hot dogs on parade Hot dogs on parade Hot dogs on parade [Outro: abrupt stop-start riffing, drummer chokes cymbals, bass does one final nasty slide, vocal barked like a threat] Hot dogs On Parade
