It’s A Bad Day to Be a Hotdog

**Title:** Glizzy Guzzler **Verse 1:** Rip open the pack, it’s a feast of franks, I'm guzzlin' glizzies, no high-class pranks. Buns lined up, mustard's the king, Ketchup on a hotdog? That ain’t our thing! **Chorus:** It’s a bad day to be a hotdog, Gonna chow down in a punk rock fog. Guzzlin' glizzies, can't stop, won’t stop, Grillin’ in the pit, from bottom to top. **Verse 2:** Snap of the skin, juicy blast, Eat 'em so fast, never gonna last. Relish and onions, stacked so high, Ketchup fans, better say goodbye! **Bridge:** Under the sun, or neon light, We're eating hot dogs, deep into the night. Throw up your fists, join our mob, It’s a glizzy free-for-all, we're on the job! **Chorus:** It’s a bad day to be a hotdog, Crunch time chaos in a greasy smog. Guzzlin' glizzies, it’s a rebel’s feast, In the punk pit, where no ketchup's released. **Outro:** It’s a bad day to be a hotdog, On our plates, in the punk rock fog. Ketchup haters, we're taking a stand,