Other food was dull food
So my craving was for brat alone
I went out of my mind
When you finally brought one home

Nathan's was the brat king
Back in 1955
I was stuffin' the blimp
& just about to munch the fries

Bring back the Boston Brat
Tell your brats there's nothing wrong with fat
Choke back the Beantown Brat
Don't let them tell you what it's made of, Jack

The brat would sit there, sweating
'Neath the hot lights of Nathan's grille
The aroma would waft over
& I'd have to go in for the kill

My pal Dino mopped up the lunchroom
One time he swallowed every brat he found
It was 84 hours
'Til he could finally get off the ground

Bring back the Boston Brat
Hold the salad, need my zeppelin STAT
Stuff down that brat real fast
Show your buddies you're one macho cat

Today I taste the memories
Of greedy feedings chewing down the fat
I would skip a date with a playmate
Just to get at the brat

Listen,
Wolf down the Boston Brat
Tell your doctor nothing's wrong with that
Slurp up your Boston Brat
That sweet torpedo sure nailed my crack

You gotta bring it on home.....!