The Donut Hole (Live) 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