[Verse] Down in the kitchen, 'round suppertime, With a skillet hot and a bottle of lime, A feast is brewing, oh, it’s a sight, Taco dreams on a Friday night. [Verse 2] Corn tortillas stacked up high, Fresh chopped veggies and beef to fry, A pinch of spice, just the right touch, Simple things can mean so much. [Chorus] Roll it up, fold it tight, Fill it with love, make it right, From the skillet to the plate, oh, you’ll see, Tacos taste like family to me. [Monologue] "Now listen close, here’s the way I do it. First, brown your ground beef in a skillet, nice and slow. Toss in some diced onion and a little minced garlic, Then sprinkle chili powder, cumin, and a touch of paprika for that kick. Don’t forget a squeeze of fresh lime, it’ll brighten it all up. Warm your tortillas on a hot griddle, just till they’re soft. Layer on the meat, shredded lettuce, chopped tomatoes, A dollop of sour cream, and sprinkle of sharp cheddar. If you’re feelin’ fancy, add some fresh cilantro or avocado. Now that’s a taco worth singin’ about." [Chorus] Roll it up, fold it tight, Fill it with love, make it right, From the skillet to the plate, oh, you’ll see, Tacos taste like family to me. [Outro] So gather ‘round the table, call out your kin, Taco nights are where love begins. With each bite, there’s a story told, A little bit of heart in every fold.
