[Verse] Down in the land where the cornfields grow, There's a secret recipe, that we all know, It ain't in no cookbook, it's our little trick, Mixing guacamole and salsa, it's a bond that sticks. [Verse 2] In the hot summer sun, with a cold one in hand, We gather 'round the table, with a country band, We're smacking our lips, can't get enough, With every single bite, we taste a bit of love. [Chorus] Smackin' dip, with a twangy twist, Two worlds collide, in a taste we can't resist, It's forbidden, sinful, but we don't care, Guacamole and salsa, a match made in country air.