Steamed hot dog smell hits my nose
first thing in the morning
Morning on a city street
Bus stop boy
little worse every day
He was cleaner last month
I don't think the quarter helped
Heat from below through the grate
last me 'til the next one
Always think I might fall through
Hot dog city, it's so pretty in the morning light
The smells the sights the smells the sounds the smells of hot dog city street