[Intro: lone overdriven guitar feeding back into a full-band explosion, pounding floor toms, crowd chant building from a whisper to a roar, dirty bass growl, raw garage production, vocalist sounds like he's addressing a stadium] All dogs must bow to Seattle [Verse 1: driving grunge riff, palm-muted verses opening into crashing power chords, punchy snare, fuzzy rhythm guitars, sneering vocal delivery with sarcastic bite] In the land of Chicago Where they eat that all-beef frank It's like eating a rubber band in the backyard of a tank Tomato slices Celery salt Pickle And relish Sport peppers and onions on a steamed poppyseed bun [Chorus: huge wall of distorted guitars, arena gang vocals shouting every line in unison, cymbals wide open, relentless kick drum, triumphant Pacific Northwest swagger] All dogs must bow to Seattle All dogs must bow to Seattle All dogs must bow to Seattle All dogs must bow to Seattle [Verse 2: bass and drums lock into a dirty groove before guitars slam back in, vocal grows more taunting with layered gang responses on condiment names, loose garage-rock energy] In the land of New York City Where they swear by every bite Every cart's a five-star restaurant after twelve at night Onions in sauce Spicy mustard Sauerkraut Bagel dogs Reuben dogs And snappy grilled Sabretts [Chorus: even bigger gang shouts, guitars doubled for extra weight, audience clap-along feel, raw analog saturation pushing into controlled chaos] All dogs must bow to Seattle All dogs must bow to Seattle All dogs must bow to Seattle All dogs must bow to Seattle [Verse 3: guitars briefly pull back to let the vocal breathe before exploding into soaring power chords, subtle harmony on "sweet summer," triumphant lift without losing the grit] In the land of Seattle Where we eat the cream cheese dog It's like the taste of sweet summer with a hint of a fog Jalapeños Mustard Caramelized onions Smoky grilled bratwurst on a toasted hoagie roll [Final Chorus: maximum intensity, stacked gang vocals, roaring guitars, pounding drums, sustained feedback ringing between phrases, audience chanting along until the band crashes to a final distorted chord] All dogs must bow to Seattle All dogs must bow to Seattle
