Twisting and turning, we are hot dogsnTwirling on top of gas station grillsnMade from the skin and bones of pignWe glisten softly and simmer in heatnnWe roll side by sidenAnd our shoulders touchnUse ketchup and mustard to cover us upnAnd I can’t recall a feeling better than thisnnSummer slowed down to speed up my pulsenWe wandered sidewalks and moonlight held usnWe sat on benches and we sang our songsnWe stayed up all night and then we went homenAnd I can’t recall a feeling better than thisnnWe stood on concrete, strangers saw usnThey said in our eyes we looked in lovenI can’t recall a feeling better than thisnnSweet and sour and ripenFlavors tasted on summer nightsnAnd I can’t recall a feeling better than thisnnI’ve got ten fingers and I have ten toesnYou’re softly sweeping my neck and nosenTwisting and turning, we are hot dogsnTwirling on top of blankets too hotnAnd I can’t recall a feeling better than this