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FREE SONG LYRICS Fergie Glamorous Lyrics FREE SONG LYRICS
Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Every Fergie song always makes me think of food. I swore the lyrics to My Humps was:

"She's got me spin-dip
Oh, spinach avacodos on me
and spinach chips on me"

I also thought that a Fergalicous would probably make a pretty damn good steak sandwich.

But the song that every girl has on their myspace page has subconsciously forced me to drive to Taco Bell on more than one occasion. I broke the subliminal code of the song. Don't let your free will be taken over by the music or your stomach may hate you forever.

"TacoBell" by Fergie
(feat. Ludacris)

If you all want some tacos bring your drunk ass down
You say: If you all want some tacos bring your drunk ass down
T-A-C-O-B-E-L-E-L, yeah T-A-C-O-B-E-L-E-L
T-A-C-O-B-E-L-E-L, yeah T-A-C-O-B-E-L-E-L

[B-Section:]
We trashed on Wednesday
Up in the bar
Poppin' tequila
And maybe Highlife
Now we hungry
And I want my change
At the TacoBell, oh the crunchy crunchy

[chorus:]
The Tacobell,
The TacoBell, TacoBell (the TacoBell life)
By the TacoBell, oh the crunchy crunchy

[Verse:]
Order guac and sour cream
Everything with extra cheese
Chalupas and lemonade
Stopping for Bellgrandes
I be at the drink machine
Munchin on my Crunchwrap supreme
They don't clean, floors of slime
Make it lean, how bout this line?
I still work at Taco Bell
Lobby, what's that smell?
Grilled Stuft, make me squeal
No matter how many burritos they sell
After the show or at the Track meet
I like to cool out with a Baja Blast
Sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Meximelt
And now I'm in...

[B-section then chorus]

[Ludacris:]
I'm talking Cinnamon twi-i-ists, Apple Empana-adas
You deserve nothing but all the spicy thi-i-ings
Now this whole world has no clue what a pizza is
I've got enough money on this card for the value stuff
Plus I gotta keep enough lettuce
To support your taco fetish
Lifestyles so hot and zesty
Robin Leach will get gorditas
Half a buck for the soft shell
Taking trips from here to Dong
So If you all want some tacos bring your drunk ass down
T-A-C-O-B-E-L-E-L, yeah T-A-C-O-B-E-L-E-L

[B-section + chorus x2]

[Verse:]
I got drive thru duty here
I've got people in my ear
Wanting all these crazy things
That we don't even sell (cheeseburger)
I've got no money in the bank
And I'd really like my break
For all the beer I'd like to drank
Thank you come again
Cause I remember yesterday
When I dreamt about the days
When I'd work at Micky-D, that be really dope
Damn, It's been a long road
And the double decker's cold
My daddy wants nachos, he made his daughter go. [x3]