From the recording Journeys Of Love & Loss
Lyrics By and Produced By Eric Root
Lyrics
Yeah, we're cousins, but listen
This taco life hits different.
Taco Tuesday's calling loud,
Time to salsa with the crowd!
I wake up craving tacos—breakfast, lunch, and dinner,
Saw a meme of a taco lifting weights, calling itself a winner.
Scrolling through my feed and everyone's obsessed,
From Beyoncé to Pedro Pascal—tacos stay blessed.
I found a pic of Baby Yoda holding tiny taco bites,
Sent it to him instantly—yeah, we laughed all night.
Then I saw The Rock eating tacos bigger than his head,
Now I'm dreamin' 'bout a taco buffet instead of bread.
We don't need fancy meals,
Just tortillas spinning wheels.
If flavor had a throne—
Tacos rule it on their own.
Let's taco-bout tacos!
Yeah, we do it every day though!
Crunchy, soft, we don't say no—
Pass the salsa, make it fuego!
Let's taco-bout tacos!
Turn the beat up, let the rave go!
Tuesday's calling, we're the payload—
Taco lovers in the spotlight glow!
If it were legal, I'd marry tacos—
Say "I do" with guac on the side.
Walk down the aisle wrapped in queso,
Rice and beans thrown as we glide.
People pledge love forever,
But tacos? They never lie.
If taco marriage gets approved—
I'll be first in line to try.
Saw a taco riding a skateboard in a viral clip,
Another wearing AirPods on a spicy road trip.
A taco dressed as Batman saved the city in a meme,
If tacos had elections—they'd win every theme.
I texted her a GIF—taco spinning like a DJ,
She replied with "GOALS," because honestly? Same.
A taco blasting lasers in some cosmic neon space,
Yeah, tacos stay supreme—no matter time or place.
Breakfast tacos? Yes indeed.
Dinner tacos? Guaranteed.
Midnight tacos? That's a need.
Tacos feed the soul we bleed.
Let's taco-bout tacos!
Yeah, we do it every day though!
Crunchy, soft, we don't say no—
Pass the salsa, make it fuego!
Let's taco-bout tacos!
Turn the beat up, let the rave go!
Tuesday's calling, we're the payload—
Taco lovers in the spotlight glow!
Memes and dreams in a tortilla swirl,
We taco-love across the world.
If tacos ruled the human race—
We'd bow down with queso grace.