El Plato Está Caliente (Gringo Love Song)
Why’s it so dark here? Let my eyes adjust
Who paints a ceiling the color of rust?
What are the odds they understand what I say?
Are these chips free or do I have to pay?
These colorful customs are foreign to me
With my order in now, I’m starting to see
That Mexican music really does set the mood
Stop, hold that thought, here comes the food
El plato está caliente
Her accent tacoed my breath away
Don’t need to know what the words mean
I’m seeing streamers in red, white, and green
And her sweet smile when I heard her say
El plato está caliente
I’ll confess I came in here thinking of
Only carn-EYE-tas, not falling in love
Is it carn-EYE-tas, is that how you say
I tried ‘em this one time at Chipotle
But I know the cuisine will never compare
To the spark in her eye, the smell of her hair
And the sway of her skirt, god it’s all I can stand
Don’t even mind that I just burned my hand
El plato está caliente
Her accent tacoed my breath away
Don’t need to know what the words mean
I’m seeing streamers in red, white, and green
And my sombrero on our wedding day
El plato está caliente
So caught up in staring I barely heard
The waitress’ husband whisper the words
“Por favor, señor, leave our restaurante”
El plato está caliente
Her accent tacoed my breath away
Don’t need to know what the words mean
I’m seeing streamers in red, white, and green
Each time I stop to remember the day
Oops look, I dropped my metal tray
Finding a table at Chipotle
El plato está caliente
El plato está caliente
Ten cuidado
Copyright © 2015 by Chris M. Wilcox