Hotdog Hallucinations

Yeah, yeah

2AM, neon lights, ketchup on my shirt

This night already doomed from the start

Walked in the club with a dollar and a dream

DJ screaming louder than a jet engine scream

Saw the disco ball melt into a moon

Then my hotdog started singing outta tune

Mustard dripping on my brand-new shoes

Some dude dressed like Elvis yelling “YOU CAN’T LOSE!”

Bass so loud made my soul vibrate

Think I just slow danced with a traffic cone named Nate

My phone lookin’ like a UFO

Bathroom mirror puttin’ on a show

Why the bartender got six eyes?

And why these fries keep asking for my zodiac sign?

I’m tripping balls in the club tonight

Holding a hotdog way too tight

Lights go purple, green, then blue

Think the ketchup packet just said “I love you”

Everybody dancing, I’m emotionally attached

To a footlong combo and a disco snack

Oh no, I think the ceiling breathing

But this hotdog got my heart believing

Met a girl named Tina dressed like ranch

She moonwalked straight into a potted plant

Told me, “Boy, your aura smells like cheese”

Then disappeared behind the fog machine

Now I’m crying to a techno beat

Because the jalapeños tasted bittersweet

Security asked if I was okay

I said, “Sir… this hotdog knows my middle name”

My sneakers floating off the floor

I swear I seen Abraham Lincoln by the door

DJ turned into a giant shrimp

And now the whole club dancing like limp noodles

I’m tripping balls in the club tonight

Holding a hotdog way too tight

Lights go purple, green, then blue

Think the ketchup packet just said “I love you”

Everybody dancing, I’m emotionally attached

To a footlong combo and a disco snack

Oh no, I think the ceiling breathing

But this hotdog got my heart believing

Woaaah-oh-oh

Somebody save me from the condiment dimension

Woaaah-oh-oh

I just proposed to a vending machine

Still tripping balls in the club at three

Hotdog spinning like a galaxy

Tears in my eyes from onions and life

Think I just fist-bumped a stop sign twice

Everybody dancing, I’m losing my mind

But the hotdog stand still open outside

Sun coming up, birds start singing

And honestly… this might be healing

Yeah…

Shoutout to the guy who sold me that hotdog

You changed my life, brother 🌭