You had a bratwurst and corn on the cob
A hot fudge sundae and a shishkebob
You got a bucket of cheese curds in your hand
And yet you're stopping at the hot dog stand.
If you don't want to get in trouble (x3)
You better leave that corn dog alone
You had a taco four inches thick
And a deep fried walleye on a stick
You better be careful with that pronto pup
'Cause what goes down might come back up
When I married you I had no idea
You'd sell your soul for a beef tortilla
I'm leaving you now. That's it. I'm done.
If you fall down, call 9-1-1.
You had the onion rings and for desserts
A caramel apple and more cheese curds
I see the swine barn right over here
I might put you in a pen with a tag on your ear.