[Intro – Whispered, jungle ambience fading into glitchy brass] Yeah... Low-gravity rhythm in the citrus mist Static fur sparking, neon-orange twist Sky’s lookin’ kinda tasty Clouds all stuffed and round Wind smells spicy Crazy Something’s fallin’ down... (Wait for it... wait for it... Ay-ay-ay-ay!) [Build] One step... tectonic... Two steps... electronic... Shells spinning like little UFOs (Watch your head!) Cheese confetti on my school clothes Lettuce on the sidewalk Drip of sauce Underneath the canopy, the sub-bass hum—whoa— [Drop – First Hook Blend] Do the Capybara Conga, feel the tectonic shift Levitation lifting, let the citrus rinds drift It’s raining tacos (Yeah!) Open your mouth (Ahhh!) Open your hands Do the Capybara Conga, feel the tectonic shift It’s raining tacos Tacos Tacos coming down [Verse – Groovy Surreal Scene] Mossy shoulders swaying in a pixelated line Conductive whiskers twitching, keeping perfect time Teacher yells “Umbrella!” as we run across (Run, Barry, run!) Mom’s yelling from the front porch door (Get inside!) “Don’t track salsa on my clean floor” Mercury water, geometric spray The slowest line-dance in the brightest day Dog’s in the yard yelling “me too, me too!” (Woof woof! Give me the beef!) Where the capybara steps, the neon flower grew [Hook – Call & Response] One step... tectonic... Two steps... electronic... Do the Capybara Conga, feel the tectonic shift It’s raining tacos From the rooftops Onto the sand Soft ones Crunchy Drippin’ all over this land [Bridge – Tempo Rises, Crowd Spin] Grab a plate like a parachute (Geronimo!) Spin in the street in your salsa boots Glowing lily pads snapping like a snare drum skin Where the water ends is where the magnetism begins Stack ’em high in a tower of taste Take one bite—can’t let it go to waste One more bite! (Do it!) Fur like copper wiring, charging up the breeze Sending ripples of euphoria through the ancient trees Paw-prints leaving fractals on the silver-dusted mud There’s a prehistoric metronome inside the blood [Final Drop – Tight Mix, Chant Section] It’s raining tacos Open your mouth Open your hands Do the Capybara Conga, feel the tectonic shift From the rooftops Onto the sand Tail-less giants gliding on a floor of liquid jade The coolest congregation that the jungle ever made Soft ones (So soft) Crunchy (So crunch) Drippin’ all over this town Underneath the canopy, the sub-bass hum Tacos Tacos coming down [Outro – Glitched Vocal] One step... tectonic... Two steps... electronic... Wait, say it again? Cappy... berra? No, wait. Cop-ee-bario. Cap... uh... It’s raining tacos... (Where’s the sour cream? Cut!)
