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The Donut Hole (Live) Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2021
Lyrics
Here we go One, two, three
I'm in love with the girls at that Donut Hole
They've got greasy tacos Lord, that'll cleanse my soul
They talk to me with their Spanish accent
And it's a little slice of heaven makes me forget that I can't pay the rent
Cause they got a barbacoa, chorizo and egg, and picadillo too
Soft tortillas, baby
Cold bebitas and refried beans for you
Lengua, huevos rancheros and that menudo por tu crudo
Don't forget the donuts and the papas ooh ooh ooh
You know they're so good they melt in your mouth
And you won't see many men working in their stand
Just fine women, they will tell you to drive around
There's a girl named Sandra, you know that she stole my heart away
She says, uh uh mister, she won't give me the time of day
The place ain't fancy, no, you cannot even eat inside
Breakfast and lunch, seven days a week and I'm satisfied
There's lots of potholes, but there is some good food cooking in their pot
And for a taste of their goodness, I will risk getting shot
You know, 'cause they got that a barbacoa, chorizo and egg and picadillo too
Soft tortillas, baby. Cold bebitas and refried beans for you
Lengua, huevos rancheros AAHH and that menudo stew
Don't forget the donuts and the papas, ooh ooh ooh
You know they're so good 'cause they're cooked in the same grease as your fried chicken is, baby
And all kinds of good people that like to eat at this institution
Refinery workers and high school students and the fine musicians
Freaks with piercings, the ex-cons and the working stiffs
And I hope that the white collars, they don't ever find out about it
You don't need a lot of money
For just three dollars, you can get a rock in your tummy
And I hope that my wife doesn't find out about my infatuation
Because I'd marry the donut hole and it might end our relation
Because my wife, she cannot cook barbacoa, chorizo and egg, picadillo too
Soft tortillas, baby. Cold bebitas and refried beans for you
Lengua, huevos rancheros and that menudo por to cruda
Don't forget the donuts and the papas
You know they're so good they melt in your mouth
The truth is stranger than fiction, baby
They ain't even got a name on the place, just a hole up there in the sky
Right across from the Wynn Seale Arts Academy
Cash only. You ask for Ms Gonzalez, baby
You tell her that I sent you. She'll be there in some flip-flops
Yeah, they got some good food cooking in their pot