New York Dog - RRD Productions By LVC

[Verse 1]
Glitzy mustard, high in the sky,
Behold the hot dog, New York's new high.
A spectacle so grand, it's almost a sin,
Sixty-five feet of wiener, wrapped in a grin.

[Pre-Chorus]
Catch the confetti, feel the surprise,
Every noon, it's a hot dog rise.

[Chorus]
Oh, the hot dog hero, sky's where it sat,
Times Square's new marvel, but who asked for that?
It's a meaty critique of the capitalist race,
Wrapped in a bun, thrown right in your face.

[Verse 2]
Costly ketchup on the concrete stage,
Art and excess, the talk of the age.
A Trojan horse with a street meat soul,
A frankfurter farce, on a capitalist roll.

[Bridge]
Sausage on hydraulics, what a curious plot,
Is it a symbol, or is it just hot?
Towering tall, over tourists' heads,
Serving up laughter, where satire treads.

[Repeat Pre-Chorus and Chorus]
Catch the confetti, feel the surprise,
Every noon, it's a hot dog rise.
Oh, the hot dog hero, sky's where it sat,
Times Square's new marvel, but who asked for that?

[Verse 1]
Dropping bucks on a dog, oh what a sight,
Sixty-five feet of a budget bite.
Claim it’s art, but the people frown,
“Tax dollars at work?” It’s a capitalist clown.

[Pre-Chorus]
Money flies, just like the confetti,
A hot dog's dream, but the cost ain't petty.

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Hot Dog, on a capital spree,
Preaching the flaws in a system, we see.
Yet here you stand, in your mustard glee,
Funded by those you pretend to free.

New YORK DOG
NEEEEEEEEEEW YOOOOORK DOG
LONG LONG LONG
NEW YORK DOG
NEW YORK DOG
HAHAHAHAHAHA
New YORK DOG
NEEEEEEEEEEW YOOOOORK DOG
LONG LONG LONG
NEW YORK DOG
NEW YORK DOG
HAHAHAHAHAHA
New YORK DOG
NEEEEEEEEEEW YOOOOORK DOG
LONG LONG LONG
NEW YORK DOG
NEW YORK DOG

[Verse 1]
Big and bold, a frank quite fictional,
Critiquing excess, oh, the irony’s critical.
In Times Square, where capitalism sings,
A giant wiener pulls the puppet strings.

[Bridge]
A carnivore's carnival, a taxpayer feast,
Did we fund the mockery, or are we the beast?
Laughing out loud, oh the joke’s on us,
In the name of art, you’ve caused a fuss.

[Repeat Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Hot Dog, on a capital spree,
Preaching the flaws in a system, we see.
Yet here you stand, in your mustard glee,
Funded by those you pretend to free.