Story Behind the Song
The song IS the story. No explanation necessary, except, it didn't happen.
Lyrics
It was Saturday night. I was cruisin' through town,
So I figured I'd go and wolf something down. I had me four bucks to pour right down the drain
So I went to Taco Belle up on Ryders Lane.
Ooh, Ooh, Taco Belle girl
You're the cutest mamita in the whole wide world.
You give me more hot salsa than your manager Earl.
You're my Taco Belle Girl.
I pulled up to the drive-thru, it was just about ten,
And I'll give you three guesses as to what happened then.
A voice came through the speaker, "How can I help you?"
I said, "Thank you very much I'd like a number two.
Ooh, Ooh...
The voice said, “What would you like to drink tonight?"
I said "I think that I will have a medium Sprite."
You know that through the speaker this girl's voice sounded sweet,
So when I drove around that turn I was a-shakin' in my seat.
Ooh, Ooh...
As I drove around that turn to pick up my ground beef,
I looked into her eyes and knew her father was a thief.
Her lips were bright as red balloons, but when she opened her mouth to say
"Thanks for coming to Taco Belle," I noticed her tooth decay.
Ooh, Ooh...
I paid her those four bucks and drove away in utter fright.
Other than those gross black stumps, the girl looked out of sight.
I'd pay for dental surgery, but that's just too expensive, lord.
So I just rolled up the window and drove away in my old Ford.
Ooh, Ooh...
I got home feeling sad and blue,
sat down in my kitchen and pulled out my number two.
There I was, chowing down underneath my roof,
When I bit into a burrito and found a dirty, rotten tooth.
At first I thought, "Oh man, that's gross! perhaps I should just sue!"
But then I cast my mind's eye back, and girl I thought of you.
I pulled lettuce from a cavity, tied it up with dental string.
I wear your tooth around my neck and all I do is sing.
Ooh, Ooh...
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