Lyrics

He's from the land of things nobody wants
Like broken toys and naughty little boys

She stole a taco truck
Right on the passenger seat
She got one with cheese and one with meat

They got a hula hoop, they do a salsa dance
Put 2-Dub on a loop
And crank up the amps

Whoa, hello, Hollywood!
Baby you got style
Like a blues in B flat
Hello, Hollywood!
Baby you got a smile
Soft as a kittycat

He's dancing with a broom as he's sweeping up
Light a Lucky Strike and sing to the moon

She's dancing in her room in her underwear
Sing into her hairbrush like Sonny and Cher

Hit me, no delay, it's Taco Tuesday
Get a little high, get down real low

Whoa hello, Hollywood!
Baby you got style
Like a blues in B flat
Whoa hello Hollywood
Baby you got a smile
Soft as a kittycat

Everything happens twice
All of a sudden, and over a long time

De eso nada, monada…ven aqui!
Everyone becomes who they pretend to be

Hit me, no delay, it's Taco Tuesday
We get a little high, get down real low

Hit me, no delay, it's Taco Tuesday
We get a little high, get down real low