A Hot Dog Will Do
The night's almost over as the show is done.
And no more glamour as the audience has gone.
Took half a lifetime to drag all that junk into the car.
Bye, bye, Ladies. Bye, bye, so far.
All right - wet, tired and blue. I guess a Hot Dog will do.
Cab drivers and night owls, my baby and the band,
all of them surrounding the Pauli's Hot Dog Stand.
"What we're gonna do next?", the doctor's asking me.
(You know the Nervdoc and I say) "Let's move on to
Chicago and to B.B., and then we'll see".
Over the top and out of the blue.
I guess a Hot Dog will do. Yeah, do.
Six o' clock in the morning,
and that's how the story goes,
been too long on my feet, I've got blisters on my toes.
And I'm too tired for sleeping,
too tired for playing the blues.
I guess I'm even too tired for sex and no longer amused.
Nothing more left, a dollar bill or two. I guess a Hot Dog will do.
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