Hot dog, hot dog with bacon
Hot dog, hot dog with bacon
two for five, two for five
Juice, water, soda
Juice, water, soda
The fire in the night sky lights my face in amazement
I can see beauty in destruction
I can smell and hear patriotism
Most importantly, I get a taste of what America is
A hot dog wrapped in bacon
I walk past the vendors and I see days of future past
Was it soo long ago that I was doing that ?
Raspados, fruit and hot dogs for sale on Cesar Chavez
I hear the moan and sigh of a 13 year old
Standing next to her mom as she tends to the grill
I see her little sister standing in front of a water cooler
Enunciating in perfect English, water, juice, soda
One dollar
The night is made into day once again with a continuous blast of red, white and blue
I see their faces and I see myself, my mother, father and sisters
Taking advantage of a situation and trying to make a dollar
They're seen and shooed away because their makeshift kitchens are hazards
The smell of hot dogs with bacon grilling in the open air is too powerful
I think about biting into one and I realize
The fourth of July to me is running scarred from the beach because there's a rumor going around that La Migra is around
It means blowing shit up with your friends down the street as my dad marinades carne asada with Budweiser
I look at the grill once again and see something I didn't notice
Those onions, peppers and jalapenos
They were hand picked by someone out in some field
That bun cooking, it was made by an immigrant working illegally in a factory in the Midwest
Just like the hot dog and the bacon wrapped around it
Now that's what I can a good old fashion American made hot dog
Que la Virgen bless these United States of America
You two faced son of a bitch
