hot dog And though the bun be stale and the mustard hot, The meat doggone under done I eat in Birmingham where the council has just passed a new resolution That from now on they'll plant thinner trees So muggers they can't hide behind them And believe or not, I'm a-told it's fact I mean, blimey, when we talk of pressure But, here's something that'll cheer you up Did you know they have free phones in Cuba? I'm a cynical fowl clucking around the farmyard brain eating food for thought, shitting all over the place my memory's like a sieve I can just remember big feeds, big greed, big mistakes and so I've given up competing with the pacesetters the big cock's they crow the loudest blah blah blah but I'm an arrogant fool messing about on the motorway brain beating fists full of words in my mouth I stumble around like a loser with a grudge big stage, big step sideways or one tiny step for one tiny man one big zero for mankind So why do I bother? I've always hated teachers' pets I don't think dogs should be made to smoke cigarettes I don't want to hear the ballad of Mott the Hoople halfwit tunes to amuse the lesser people but I'm still a useful tool serving a function pretending that if I'm aware there is no need to care the choice is all my own, I can lose if I want to I'm a big jerk,