Bud light presents real American heroes
(Real American heroes)
Today we salute you, Mr. Foot long hot dog inventor
(Mr. Foot long hot dog inventor)
When conventional wisdom said no one could make a hot dog longer than six inches, you dared to dream
(Dared to dream)
You knew the limitations of a regular sized hot dog bun, and you ignored them
(Can't stop me now)
You made a ten inch weiner, and people cheered
(Oh!)
But you weren't satisfied. You said, "Wait, I think I can still give you two more inches."
(Gotta want it)
And so the foot long was born. So crack open an ice cold Bud Light Mr. Hot Dog Hero, Because you gave every one of us our fondest wish: a bigger weiner.
(Thank you!)

And my personal favourite:

Bud light presents real American heroes
(Real American heroes)
Today we salute you, Mr. Hawaiian shirt pattern designer
(Mr. Hawaiian shirt pattern designer)
You provide us with colorful loungewear capable of hiding any stain we can dish out
(Gettin sloppy)
Who else could create flowered shirts that are still so unmistakably masculine
(ooh)
A single shirt that matches every pair of pants we own, and really sets off a white belt
(Looking good now)
Sure women say they hate them, but inside they're all swooning for the big kahuna
(Ooh kahuna!)
So crack open an ice cold bud light Mr. Hawaiian shirt pattern designer. Your shirts may Not be made in Hawaii, but Taiwan is an island, too.

But these are all pretty hilarious too

Bud light presents real American heroes
(Real american heroes)
Today we salute you, mr. Chinese food delivery guy
(Mr. Chinese food delivery guy)
Without you, we'd be forced to do the unthinkable when we wanted chinese: drive to a restaurant
(moo shoo gai pan)
But you, sir, bring it to us in under twenty
(ride like the wind)
Armed with your rickety bike, you battle traffic, bad weather, and the occasional busted elevator.And why do you do it? Because somewhere some guy is waiting for his kung pow crab puffs, and he's got a dollar fifty seven with your name on it
(that's ten percent)
So crack open an ice cold bud light oh mercenary of the mandarin chicken, and know that when America is looking for a man to get the job done, you do deliver.
(you do deliver)

Bud light presents real American heroes
(Real american heroes)
Today we salute you mr. Bumper sticker writer
(Mr. Bumper sticker writer)
Never has one man written so much for so many. Without you the world may never have known "you can't hug with nuclear arms."
(I need a hug now!)
And just like you, I, too, would rather be fishing, or squaredancing, or even shopping
(Ooh yeah)
I owe, I owe, so off to work I go. You said it brother
(You speak the truth)
So crack open an ice cold bud light oh bard of the bumper, thanks to you i know it's perfectly alright to honk if I'm horny.
(Honk honk beep honk)

Bud light presents real American heroes
(Real American heroes)
Today we salute you, Mr. Really Bad Toupee Wearer
(Mr. Really Bad Toupee Wearer)
More than any neon sign or exploding scoreboard ever could, your chrome dome cover says "Hey guys, look at me"
(What could you be thinking)
You think it looks natural, but it couldn't look phonier if it had a chin strap
(Couldn't fool a blind man)
Made of space-age fibers, it can repel anything: rain, wind, snow, and especially young women
(I don't think so)
So crack open an ice cold bud light Mr. Stud in a rug, then crack open another for that thing in your head
(I don't think it's on straight)