Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Down at the fair on a Saturday night,
The grill's a-blazin', and the mood's just right.
A fella hollers, "Get 'em while they're hot!"
Those slippery big wieners are all they've got.

[Chorus]
Slippery big hot wieners, slide right through your hand,
Sizzlin' on the griddle, the best in the land.
Catch 'em if you can, they're a tricky old treat,
Slippery big hot wieners, they're mighty hard to beat.

[Verse 2]
Jimmy tried to grab one, but it flew through the air,
Landed in a puddle, gave the crowd a scare.
Mary took a bite, and the ketchup did flow,
Now her Sunday dress has got a red-hot glow.

[Chorus]
Slippery big hot wieners, slide right through your hand,
Sizzlin' on the griddle, the best in the land.
Catch 'em if you can, they're a tricky old treat,
Slippery big hot wieners, they're mighty hard to beat.

[Bridge]
The grill man's laughing, he's seen it all before,
Says, "These wieners got a mind, they’re headed for the door!"
But folks keep on trying, 'cause they're just too good,
A little bit of trouble for a bite of heaven’s food.

[Verse 3]
Grandma’s got her apron, she’s ready to fight,
Grabs a wiener with a grip so tight.
It wriggles and it squirms, but it can’t get away,
Grandma's the champ of the wiener buffet.