Taqueria Girl Songtext
von Fishboy

I′m so broke it makes me sick.
I used cut up credit cards for guitar picks.
So I'm acting quick,
to earn some cashflow for the master plan
So I got a job,
making tacos for the working slob.
Now I can′t stop,
'cause there's and angel working next to me.

And things are great,
nothing really matters,
when I′m talking to the taqueria girl.


And, now within a week,
I′ve told her all about the prophecy.
She says to me,
"lets not wait another afternoon.
lets get a tank, lets rob a bank.
lets go today before they close.
lets get a band, lets get a van
and by tomorrow no one knows."

I go along,
nothing can go wrong,
when I am talking to the taqueria girl.

Now I'm sitting on the ground downtown at the first national bank,
with a sack of money in my right hand
and in my left, a hand grenade.
Buddy Holly told me
just the other day
to take my songs out on the road,
but first I gotta get paid.

And if things go right
we′ll leave this town with pockets full tonight.
And it will be
the greatest thing that you have ever seen.
And if I fail
I will use my only phone call
to be talking to the taqueria girl. I will be talking to the taqueria girl.