Friday, July 27, 2007

One more lyric

I heard this on the radio this morning. I probably have never really listed to Celine Dion before (not a big fan), but, by gosh, if she is going to sing about Hot Dogs I am running out and getting every single one of her freakin' CD's (almost said "albums" there and really aged myself).

The real lyrics were:
Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the heart does go on.

But I hear them as:
Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the hot dogs go on.


Abby said...

Good morning my friend. I'm starting to worry that this obsession with hotdogs is very similiar to Steve's obsession hohos.

upwiththesun said...

ditto abby

TransplantedOkie said...

The difference being I don't eat a package of hot dogs a week. I don't even eat ONE hot dog a week.

But today in order to quell the hot dog crazies I am going to the local WaWa to have a hot dog at lunch.

I might even have Cheetios with it!

Erin said...

The hot do thing has been out of hand for years now. It's just apparently coming to the surface now.

Abby said...


Dad on the East Coast said...

You will be glad to know that there have been no hohos since Thanksgiving and before. I have to work on a new craze. Maybe I will consult with my friend David Lee. He knows about these things you know.

tigerdrea said...

Remember the Hot Dog Heaven place by the post office?

Dad on the East Coast said...

What Hot Dog Heaven place?