The Burrito Song

No burrito, no taco, for lunch-o, not even nacho, nor guacamol-o.

Why is there no guacamol-o, no lunch-o, no burrito, and no taco?

Backstage there is no beer-o. I gave you beer-o, beer-o Nazi took it away-o.

Johnny B-o, tall and weird-o, likes to take coke in his schnouz-o.

I like to smoke the spliff-o, take tequill-o and vodka, and get fucked up.

And then I want burrito, but there is not burrito or nacho for lunch-o.

Take it home-o.

Sometimes I eat pizz-o, but it gives me indigest-o.

I sit all day on the toilet-o, and there is fire coming out my bung-hole.

That is not good for lunch-o. I wanted a burrito.

The other night-o, I went out on the scene with Bill-o, we were in Nashville-o.

We went to see a show, it was Raul Malo

He flew in his own Monitor-o, for only maybe twenty people or so.

I felt sort of bad-o, his clothes cost twenty thousand million single peso.

And that day he had pizz-o, for lunch-o.

Me and Billy, we had drink-o, we took valium-o, and we got super fucked up.

And that song is on the telephone-o to Meg White-o.

From the White Stripes-o.

She is super fine-o.