[Lyric] Poor Little Sausage (Wes Collins)

I been through the grinder more than a time or two
I can't cut no mustard I ain't no good to you
What do you want a poor little sausage to do

You call me last night you said I got to see my sugar daddy
I hopped in my ride and drove all the way to Cincinnati
Now I'm hanging in the kitchen with all the other patties

Now you got me on that hook
You don't even like to cook
Why don't you mail me back my heart
Next time you clean out your pocketbook?

Now the kitchen's all smoky you won't get off the phone
Casing popped open and all my juice is gone
I'm just a poor little sausage got left on the grill too long