Year of the Hot Dog by Burger Gang

It's the year of the hot-dog in developing worlds

And the year of obsequience to boys and girls

Burger gangs form progress loops

Nutrient age, fruit hula hoops

Eating the world through the eyes of the fish

I like salt, I like salt

Coagulants, fritters, tubes, patties and links

Ich bin enchilada, bye

Crops in the commons, don't count my food

My crops with commas do not count as food

We'll all have fun in a hot dog bun

Glistening, sizzling, frittering, chittering

Frozen fish, they're freezing fish

I like salt, I love salt

Oceans are the source of sweet water

Culture is art of fact, bye