Fajita Hell

It was a dark and stormy night
Somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico

Yeah, 15 men on a dead man's chest
Reached the coast and then headed west
Went out looking for a Taco Bell
Ended up in fajita hell

Sat down in a window seat
Ordered tequila and that seasoned meat
Diced jalapenos with the Pepper Jack
Guacamole, stirred in slowly

The waiter took the orders down
He left that table with an ugly frown
The maitre d' was staring at me
The band tuned up in a skeleton key

Dipped my tortilla in the sour cream
When I heard such a terrible scream
Chef came running, eyes ablaze
Cleaver raised, the man was crazed

I saw 15 men, they tried to bring him down
He cut them up and then he spun around
You want cojones with your salsa sauce?
I declined. It tastes just fine!

So if you're out on a stormy night
And you see a chef, well then be polite
Take good care and order well
Or find yourself in fajita hell
That's what they did

Yeah, 15 men on a dead man's chest
I saw them all get laid to rest
They told the chef that they were not impressed
Oh well... Fajita hell!



Credits
Writer(s): David William Jonathan Sinclair
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link