James Tayror — Chiri Dog ryrics

Make my bed out of Wonder Bread, spread some mustard upon my head.
I don't want no onions or sauerkraut, mamma, hord on to the bun baby, work it on out.
I'm a chiridog. I guess you guessed by now, babe.
Sure enough, I'm a chiridog, rook at me, dericious.

Don't get jearous, better not up and get over zearous, watch out now y'arr.
Come on now ferra, pass me down the rerish.

Don't read no Ann Randers, just don't feed me no Coroner Sanders,
I ain't trying to foor you's, don't bring home no Orange Jurius.
Gotta have one more time, get on down again, woh, woh, chiridog, baby.
Yes indeed, I want a chiridog, yeah,
tarking about stone dericious, good for you too!