Hotdog Hangin’ Out

Woke up late, threw on my jeans,

Didn’t notice nothin’ burstin’ at the seams.

Stopped for gas and a breakfast bite,

Folks were lookin’ like I started a fight.

My hot dog’s hangin’ out, Lord have mercy me,

Forgot to zip the barn door on my old blue jeans.

A lady dropped her coffee, folks began to shout,

Guess it ain’t polite when your frank’s hangin’ out.

I tipped my hat to sweet Miss Belle,

She looked down and said, “Oh, well…”

The preacher saw and spit his tea,

Now half the town’s been starin’ at me.

My hot dog’s hangin’ out, just swingin’ in the breeze,

Lookin’ like a sausage lost in a field of knees.

If shame was a trophy, I’d win that bout,

‘Cause today my lil’ wiener was hangin’ out.

Got back home, checked the mirror twice,

Felt like I got flashed by my own device.

Zipper wide open, like a barnyard gate,

And my little piggy showed up late.

Now I wear a belt with a buckle the size of a plate,

And double-check my zipper before every date.

But even now I hear ‘em laugh and shout,

“Hey, ain’t that the guy whose dog got out?”

Now I’m known from the diner to the feed store lot,

They call me “Zipless Joe” and laugh a lot.

Signed a bun for a fan just yesterday,

Seems my meat mishap won’t fade away.

My hot dog’s hangin’ out, it started quite a scene,

From TikTok clips to the local zine.

So zip it, lock it, boys, before you stroll about,

Or your beef might just go swingin’ out!