[Intro – low tuba, glitchy trumpets] Yeah… Polka don't fall outta the sky Sky’s lookin’ kinda tasty Clouds all stuffed and round Wind smells spicy Crazy… Something’s fallin’ down (Wait for it… ay-ay-ay-ay!) [Verse 1 – call & response] Hey everybody, Polka don't fall outta the sky Shells spinning like little UFOs (Watch your head!) Cheese confetti on my school clothes (Ah, it stains!) Lettuce on the sidewalk, drip of sauce Teacher yells “Umbrella!” as we run across (Run, Barry, run!) Kentucky meat shower, eighteen seventy-six Buzzards barfin' beef, history gets its kicks Frogs in Kansas, toads in the street, Fish in Mexico at your polka feet [Pre-Chorus – build] Frozen iguanas crashin' in the yard, Spiders rainin' silk, fallin’ hard Mom’s yelling from the front porch door (Get inside!) “Don’t track salsa on my clean floor” [Chorus – big mash] Fish are floppin', frogs are hoppin' Meat chunks droppin' like it's shoppin'! It’s raining tacos (Yeah!) Open your mouth (Ahhh!) Gold bars tumblin', money rainin' down Soft ones, crunchy, drippin' all over this town It’s raining tacos From the rooftops Onto the sand But polka? It stays on the ground! Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Weird stuff falls, but not polka… [Verse 2 – story swap] I got beans on my backpack, rice on my shoe Dog’s in the yard yelling “me too, me too!” (Woof woof! Give me the beef!) Coffee creamer clouds, worms in a squirm, Look out below—here comes the goo! Shells in the gutter, queso on the door, Mom said “tacos,” not this meteor shower Gold from Siberia, coins from the past, Tacos from the heavens fallin’ way too fast [Bridge – yodel x mariachi, tempo up] Yodel-ay-hee-hoo! (Wheeee!) Grab a plate like a parachute (Geronimo!) Spin in the street in your salsa boots Stack ’em high in a tower of taste Take one bite—can’t let it go to waste! One more bite! (Do it!) Look out below—here comes the stew, yeah! [Final Chorus – stacked chants] It’s raining tacos Open your mouth Open your hands Fish are floppin', frogs are hoppin', meat chunks droppin' on the band It’s raining tacos Tacos, tacos comin’ down Spiders balloonin’, iguanas freezin’, golf balls hailin’ on the town But polka music? It ain’t droppin’ Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Everything falls… except polka… yah! It’s raining tacos Tacos, tacos comin’ down— Polka’s too dignified, it stays on the ground! [Outro – crowd shout] Oom-pah forever! (It’s raining tacos!) Oom-pah-pah—AY!
