I met her at the mercado She's buyin' avocados Man, she really turned me on She reached for my pepper I grabbed her tomato I knew it wouldn't be very long
She walked to the mesa I got my cerveza I picked up the onions and lemons And the way she looked at me Man, I could clearly see That it wouldn't be very long
Guacamole (Guacamole) Guacamole (Guacamole) We'd me makin' guacamole all night long Guacamole (Guacamole) Guacamole (Guacamole) We'd be makin' guacamole all night long
We headed for the line And I fell in right behind Man, she sure looked good to me She reached for her money I said "Wait a minute, honey I believe this one is on me"
We got in my pickup We started to back up We headed on down the road We went to mi casa Ate tortillas de masa And made guacamole all night long
Guacamole (Guacamole) Guacamole (Guacamole) We'd been makin' guacamole all night long Guacamole (Guacamole) Guacamole (Guacamole) We'd been makin' guacamole all night long
(Guacamole!) "
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
