Sunday is a fun day for a barbecue
So's, I dig out the grill and say, that's what we'll do
I flick some charcoal..now it's blazin' free..
Ohhh, hungry me!

The wife and kids aren't helpin'.they're just hangin' 'round
Our hound dog "Fetch's" tail is waggin'..wimpy sound
His appetite's like mine..'bout ninety-three
Whoa, hungry we!

I go and get the meat,
it's gonna be a treat
Nice fat weiners, on the rack, are flung..
They're puffin' up brown, tight,
A real delicious sight,
Can almost taste 'em right here on my tongue..

Gotta' go inside and carry out some more charcoal
When I get back, the rack is bare..big drumbeat roll.
My worst brat stole the bratwurst, doggone he!
Ohhh, hungry me!

Ohhh, hungry me!

That boy had best be hid
Because of what he did
I swear, I kid you not, he's in for harms
His future's lookin' dim
Survival chance is slim
Wait till I get him right here in my arms..

I leash old Fetch, set him on the trail,
He's sniffin' dirt..
We're gettin' warm, and when he's found
That boy will hurt..
My worst brat stole the bratwurst..off, he flee
Ohhh, hungry me,
Ohhh, hungry me,
Ohhh, hungry me..

Found him!..and lucky for him..he didn't scarf 'em all...