Hot Dogs & Hand Grenades feat. ToastyBones - B's Side

[Intro – FAST] One, two, 'sup dude?? [Verse 1] Sorry we’re late, we don’t mean to be a bummer One hand on the weenie, one foot in the gutter Sun-burnt n’ bent just a little to the left Gotta go all out to get the full effect (Yeah!) We’re all hot broughts n’ we’re burstin’ at the seams Sun’s out, buns out n’ ready to receive Gonna ride that lawn flamingo crashin’ in the pool Somebody’s son is makin’ eyes at the barbecue [Pre-Chorus] Sausages to celebrate Weekends to regenerate Pull the pin and–-(woah!) D-d-d-d-detonate! [Chorus] Grind the week away Bring out the tube steaks Livewire in my veins Deadman switch any-damn-day Yeah! Burnt out, bent up, laughing anyway Bad luck, cheap thrills, Saturday saints Close only counts for— Hot dogs and hand grenades [Post-Chorus] Na na na. na-na-na-na, na-(hey!) Whoooah-oh-oh Na na na. na-na-na-na, na Hot dogs and hand grenades [Verse 2] Grill-marked scars and we're feelin' kinda dizzy Party superstars with our mouths full of glizzy Ketchup in our heads, other toppers at our feet Smother us in butter and we'll boil in the heat Kiddie pool of ice cubes, when we gonna learn? Melting in the sun, don't mind the freezer burn Sunglasses on, we'll go topless, willy-nilly As the sun goes down, baby, cover me in chili [Pre-Chorus] Sausages to celebrate Weekends to regenerate Pull the pin and—(woah!) D-d-d-d-detonate! [Chorus] Grind the week away Bring out the tube steaks Livewire in my veins Deadman switch any-damn-day Burnt out, bent up, laughing anyway Bad luck, cheap thrills, Saturday saints Close only counts for— Hot dogs and hand grenades [Bridge] Since tomorrow’s always comin’ Better hit the ground runnin’ When you’re close, we’re never missin’ Catch me slammin’ them pork pistons [Breakdown] Make me, Bake me Boil me in a pot—(Ayy!) Grill me, Kill me In a parking lot—(Ayy!) Take me, Relish me Go insane Just don't think about how we're made "Dude…" “Gross.” [Piano Breakdown] [Slow Bridge] [Soft] [Piano] Why can't it be Just like it was before Why can't it be Like the photo in my sock drawer Oh my oh me We're doomscrollin' more and more Guess we're not children anymore [Instrumental — Melodic Guitar] [Ramp Up!] Sausages to celebrate Weekends to regenerate Pull the pin and—(woah!) D-d-d-d-detonate! [Refrain] Na na na. na-na-na-na, na-(hey!) Woah-oooh-oooh Na na na. na-na-na-na, na Hot dogs and hand grenades