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Wiener Wonderland (A Girl's Gotta Eat) (Remastered)

STUDIO

[Verse 1] I’m rollin’ down the aisles, nothin’ on my mind, Then I see it, baby—wieners of every kind! Big ones, fat ones, stacked up to the sky, I’m laughin’ so hard, I could nearly cry. “Holy shit, is this some kinda dream? These wieners are huge—biggest I’ve ever seen!” Old man in aisle three grabbin' two packs, And that soccer mom’s haulin’ a tower of snacks. [Chorus] Wieners, wieners everywhere I turn, Hot dogs so big, damn, they make me burn. But the best one’s waitin' at checkout lane, And boy, that bulge is drivin’ me insane. Forget the plastic, I want the real thing, Bag boy, get ready—I’m ready to sing. [Verse 2] I toss my cart aside, headin’ for the front, Wieners all around me, but I’m on the hunt. Then I see him, tall and dumb as hell, With the biggest damn dick I’ve ever seen swell. His pants are stretchin’, tight around the prize, I can’t stop starin’, I’m hypnotized. I don’t need to ask, no need to pretend, I know exactly where this night’s gonna end. [Chorus] Wieners, wieners, everywhere you see, But bag boy’s packin’ the one for me. I’m laughin’ so hard, but it’s no joke, That monster’s real, and I’m ready to choke. Forget the hot dogs, I’m here for that, Bag it up, baby, let’s get to the back. [Spoken Word] (Laughing) “You think I came here for groceries? Please. I’ve seen more wieners tonight than I’ve ever needed. But YOU, You’re the real deal. I’m not lettin’ this one slip away.” (She smirks) “Let’s get outta here, baby. I’ve got plans for that big surprise.” [Bridge] He fumbles my groceries, lookin’ all shy, But I’m thinkin’ ‘bout how that cock’s gonna fly. I’m done with games, I’m ready for fun, Tonight, bag boy, you’re gonna be the one. [Verse 3] Wieners, wieners, all over the store, But your big dick’s what I’m waitin' for. Bag it up quick, don’t make me wait, I’m takin’ that cock, babe, it’s gonna be great! [Bridge] I’m takin’ it, I’m takin’ it! I’m ridin’ it, I’m ridin’ it! Tonight’s the night, and I’m feelin’ right, Bag boy, let’s go—you know I’m tight! You can keep your Oscar Mayer… I’m baggin’ the REAL thing tonight! [Outro] Talk about girth I love it so much When I wrap my hand around it My fingers don't touch Wieners, Wieners I know it's obscene But playing with wieners makes my heart sing [End]