This is one of the most obnoxious, Freudian songs I learned at Girl Scout camp as a young child. That it was taught to us by a very butch camp counselor (her nickname was "Rhino") makes it all that much more disturbing.

It goes like this:

I know a Weenie Man
He owns a weenie stand
He sells most everything
from hot dogs on down!
Someday I'll be his wife
his lit-tle weenie wife
Hot Dog, I love that Weenie Ma-a-an!
Weenie Man!
Weenie Man!
Yaaaaay Weenie Man!