No Spice For The Poor (A Taco Tale)

[Verse] There's an orange taco with a crown on his shell He struts through the kitchen Thinks he's doin' swell Got guac in his pockets But none for the crowd His salsa's all mild Though his voice is so loud [Chorus] Oh orange taco Where's your spice for the poor You hoard all the cheese while they beg at the door You scream at the blender You call it all fake But your fillings are hollow It's all just a shake [Verse 2] He rolls with the nachos All crispy and elite Forgets the soft tortillas stuck down on the street His lettuce is wilting His sour cream's thin But he blames the tortilla press for all of his sins [Chorus] Oh orange taco Where's your spice for the poor You hoard all the cheese while they beg at the door You scream at the blender You call it all fake But your fillings are hollow It's all just a shake [Bridge] The spatula's tired The skillet's worn out The beans are revolting They’re starting to shout Yet he spins in the fryer A whirl of hot air Says “I’m the best taco No others compare!” [Chorus] Oh orange taco Where's your spice for the poor You hoard all the cheese while they beg at the door You scream at the blender You call it all fake But your fillings are hollow It's all just a shake