Joe's at the grill again
Touching every single bun
Hot dogs in his greasy hands
BBQ's no longer fun
Sniffin' all those sizzling franks
Ruining our summer plans
Predator friends all around
Party's gone right down the drain
Joe why you gotta do this
Why you touching all the dogs
Even the little wieners
BBQ gone to the hogs
He’s got mustard on his shirt
Ketchup splatters on his shoes
While we’re sulking in the dirt
Joe's just laughing
No bad news
Predator friends so near
Grinning as they drink our beer
Joe and his small army
Turning laughter into fear
Joe why you gotta do this
Why you touching all the dogs
Even the little wieners
BBQ gone to the hogs