50 songs that mention tortillas

We all went out to a restaurant
Ordered some food with our friends
Tacos, burritos and nachos
Sauces and cheeses and blends
The air filled with chatter and laughter
And tunes with a mexican feel
But right in the midst of our dinner
Lots of us giggled and squealed

CHORUS
Tya Tore a Tortilla
And left a big mess on the floor
Nikki squirted the hot sauce
It flowed like a stream to the door
Stevie toppled his cola
As Ashley spilled her chips and cheese
Teri slopped guacamole
Then slipped and fell slick as you please...!

He burst like fire from the kitchen
Flashing a manger's glare
Barked in no uncertain terms
That we'd worn our welcome out there
So that was our trip to the restaurant
We left there in a good mood
But Tya sure trashed our fiesta
The minute she messed up her food...

CHORUS

.Once I had a brother named Juaquin
Everyone made fun of him
they come with the barrels, and blew him away
now I got no brother
My mother once once cried all day
She said son it's ok.
"But would you please for dear ol' mum have another"
Janis> skippin on down that road
I once had a house maid named Blanca
She made tortillas and salsa
she made it so fresh, everyday
She made tortillas and salsa
burritos, tacos y nachos
she made tortilla chimichangas
vino sangria y flautas
she hated the vatos that blew my brother away
Once I borrowed Joaquins camino
It didn't run muy bien
It wasn't cool, but it got me to school
driving in Juaquins camino
I married Juaquins girl Marianna
A beautiful dark haired Italiana
she cooked for me a spicy meatball
solo.
We married and moved to Brooklyn
thugs, the mob and hoodlums
I don't understand how people can live this way
I mourn for my brother Joaquin
Marianna she mourn for him too
I swear I'll get those vatos that blew my brother away
Janis> skippin on down that road
Marianna she cooka Italiana
she make a pasta lasagna
and she makes it so fresh everyday
She Made a pasta Lasagna
Ravioli, Rigatoni and Macaroni
she made fettucine, linguini, tortellini
Pasta Primavera, Pesto y Marinara
She hated the vatos that blew my brother away
Once I had a brother named Joaquin
Vatos come and kill him
I come with the barrels and blow them away
I got revenge for my brother
I married Joaquins girl Marianna
a beautiful dark haired Italiana
she cooked for me a spicy meatball.

the son of god once showed his face
upon my tortilla
since that day faith's renewed
he won't let me faulter
he guides me down a golden path
he shields me from sin
without the spirit life's meaningless
i'll go the distance with him
i've been to the point of no return
suggestive posters on my wall
i'd participate in gluttony
greed and wanton lust
i cheated on my s.a.t's
once i double parked
if you asked then for a cigarette
there was a good chance i had one
there was a good chance that i had one
oh yea
there's a chance that i had one
oh yea there's a chance that i had one
yea
i'd sloth around in my underwears
just watching t.v
my former friends they stay out late
they drink and carry on (that's wrong)
they go on dates with party girls
and stay in cheap motels
i stay home try to better myself
by burning science books
once i tried to masturbate
and finger my own ass
when i marry i'll procreate
hands off myself till then
christmas easter they're okay
but the meaning has been lost
remember friend it wasn't santa claus
who was nailed to the cross
remember friend it wasn't santa
oh yea
it wasn't santa
oh yea
it wasn't santa
oh yea
i serve the lord at the telethon
ready to man the phones
for him i'll always vote pro-life
those clinics should be bombed
power up's here to lead the flock
lead to salvation (army)
jesus christ superstar
is my favorite song.

Eat a fajita, burrito, tortilla
Cocktails we'll drink margarita, tequila
Food when it's wrapped in a pancake is macho
The gourmet delight of the spiciest nacho

With a peppy bit o' bitter pepper,
And a chilly Chile chilli pepper
Chile chilli pepper
Bit o' bitter pepper
Peppy bit o' bitter pepper, let's eat!

Make mine a bigger tequila, amigo
Food when it's wrapped in a pancake is neat-o
The gourmet delight of that spicy burrito

gordita, fajita
ooo i wanna eat a
taco enchilada
come on pretty mama
why dont we all go
derek jeters taco hole

(derek jeter)
hi, im derek jeter
you may know me as the shortstop for the new york yankees
but im also an award winning chef specializing in mexican cuisine
so if you like mexican food,
then come on down to derek jeters taco hole

chips salsa and guacamole!
derek jeter's taco hole

(derek jeter)
i think you'll agree that we're one of the top 5 mexican restraunts
in all of northern new jersey
if you don't believe me,
ask this guy
right freddy finder

(freddy)
thats right derek
i spent too many wasted days and wasted ni-i-ights
eatin bad mexican food

thats where i wanna go
derek jeters taco hole

(derek)
all year long, i cant wait for the season to end
so i can get back to my first love
derek jeters taco hole

nachos quasidillas
hand made cor tortillas
chorizo, frijoles
lots of chicken molays
flatas, tostatas
and carne assadas

(freddy)
just off route 3
theres a place called nuttley new jersey
if good mexican food is your goal
theres just one place you should go
derek jeters taco hole

(derek)
and remember
monday is refried beans shooters night
tuesday is dog night
bring your dog down and we'll give him a free hard shell taco
and wednesday
as always
is ladies night
ladies if you bring your own tortilla
there's no cover charge

(freddy)
im headin down there before the next
tear drop falls
because saturday and sunday is fun for the whole family

(derek)
thats right, because barto the clown is here
givin free chicklets and tatoos to all the kids
so come on down

thats where i wanna go
to the taco hole

its derek jeters taco hole
off route 3
in nuttley new jersey next to the kinkos and el duke's shoe repair

i'll see you there

thats where i wanna go
derek jeters taco hole

come on down

Satan gave me a taco
And it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw
And the grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid
And the beans were so hard
I was getting kinda dizzy
Eatin all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce
And I ate every one
And after I was done
The salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla
Got stuck in my throat
And the stains on my clothes
Burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was atremblin
And I broke out in a rash
I was so dry and thirsty
And I didnt have no cash
So I went and found a hose
Tore off all my clothes
Turned on the water
And it shot right up my nose
Some old lady came along
And she thought I was a freak
So she beat me with her handbag
til I could hardly speak
I was lying there naked
My body badly bruised
In a pool of my own blood
Unconscious and confused
Well the cops came and got me
And threw me in their van
And I woke up on the ceiling
And I couldnt find my hand
They took me to the judge
His eyes aglowin red
The courtroom was filled
With witches and the dead
Well the sheriff was a hell-hound
With fangs and claws
The prisoners were tied up
And chained to the walls
The air was getting thick
The smoke was getting thicker
The judge read the verdict
Said cut off his head!
Well they placed me on the altar
And they raised up the axe
My head was about to explode
When I noticed the marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines
Cameras and the lights
Some guy with a microphone
Runnin around dancin in tights
And I noticed the crew
And the band playin down below
And I realized I was in a rock video
So I went and joined the band
And I went out on tour
And I smoked a lot of heroin
And I passed out in manure
I made out with the groupies (aw yeah)
Started fires backstage (aw yeah, start em up)
Made a lot of money (aw yeah, Im makin it)
And I gave it all away (give it all to me)
Well the band got killed (aw, bunch of losers)
So I started a solo career (aw haw, yeah
And I won all the awards (get em all now)
And I drank all the beer (drink it all up; get funky)
And I opened up the taco stand (aw haw, etc.)
Just to smell the smell
Cookin with the devil
Fryin down in hell

(git busy)

Taco...grande Taco...grande

Yo quero chimichangas y chile colorado
Yo tengo el dinero para un steak picado
Las flautas y tamale, siempre muy bueno
Y el chile relleno

You see, I just gotta have a tostada, carne asada
That's right, I want the whole enchilada
My only addiction has to do with flour tortilla
I need a quesadilla

I love to stuff my face with tacos al carbon
With my friends or when I'm all alone
Yo tengo mucho hambre y ahora lo quiero
Un burrito ranchero

So give me something spicy and hot now
Break out the menu, what you go, now?
Oh, would you tell the waiter I'd like to have
Sour cream on the side
You better make sure the beans are refried

Taco...grande Taco...grande

Well there's not a taco big enough for a man like me
That's why I order two or three
Let me give you a tip, just try a nacho chip
It's really good with bean dip

I eat uno, dos, tres, quatro burritos
Pretty soon I can't fit in my Speedos
Well, I hope they feed us lots of chicken fajitas
And a pitcher of margaritas

Well the combination plates al come with beans and rice
The taquitos here are very nice
Now I'm down on my knees, we need some extra
Tomatoes and cheese
And could you make that separate checks, please?

Taco...grande Taco...grande

Well the food is coming I can hardly wait
Now watch your fingers, careful hot plate!
What you think you're doing with my chili con queso?
Well, if you want some, just say so

Oh boy, pico de gallo
They sure don't make it like this in Ohio
No gracias, yo quiero jalapenos, nada mas
You can toss away the hot sauce

Donde estan los nachos? Holy frijole!
You better get me a bowl of guacamole
Y usted, Eugene? Wh's your face turning green?
Don't you like pinto beans?

You want some more cinnamon crispas?
If you don't, hasta la vista
Just take the rest home in a doggie bag if you wanna
You can finish it manana

Well, it's been a pleasure, I can't eat no more
Senor, la cuenta, por favor
If you ain't ever tried real Mexican cooking, well, you
Oughtta
Just don't drink the water

Taco...grande
Taco...grande
Taco...grande
Taco...grande

Rosie:
I'm just a Spanish tamale according to Mae
Right off the boat from the tropics far far away
Which is kind of funny
Since where I come from is Allentown, Pa
Spanish!
Ok, may I'll be Spanish
Right after I've married Alberto

I'll be the toast of chi-chi Costanango,
And all day long my castanets will click!
I'll hide behind my fan and do the tango!
I'll be so Spanish it'll make you sick!
I'll eat the tacos and the enchilada!
I'll drink Tequila till I feel no pain!
The only song I'll sing will be "Granada"!
I'll be more "español" than Abbe Lane!

Coo coo coo
La cuc.........racha
Ssssso
Call me the wild Spanish rose!
The craziest flower that grows
I'll kick up my heels and see
How it feels to be sultry Spanish rose
Olé!

Behind my mantilla I will pose
The beauty that nobody knows!
So regal and cool, exciting and cruel,
That's me! Spanish rose

(My name Rosita Hernandez!)
(You'll buy my "tortilla"!)
(You like me, yes? No? Maybe? "Eeyuckh!")

"Americano" let me give you a bit of advice
To cross Spanish do not twice
Your match you have found
So don't mess around
Her heart is cold as ice!

With Albert I will dance to the bolero
We'll cha cha in the nicest honky tonks
Hell wear a little mustache and sombrero
My handsome Latin lover from the Bronx

So now that you've met Spanish rose
Never forget Spanish rose
Shell taunt you,
Shell tame you but what man can blame you
For worshiping Spanish rose.

Not Danish
Not British
Not Swedish
Not Yiddish
But span............................ish
Rosa!

wait a minuite man check this out.
There was this blind man right.
there was this blind man right.
he was feelin his way down the street .
with his stick right.
hey he walked past this fish market .
you know what im saying .
he stoped he took a deep breath.
he said Whoa! Good morning ladies.

You like that shit man?
I got a gang of that shit man.
I'll tell you what
My man on the guitar
Dude on the drums
Everyody gather 'round the mic
I'll tell ya all these muthaf**kas
First I'mma start it off like this
Help me sing it homeboy!
C'mon!

**Sings**
Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We go to far at the dogs.
Smoke that pound of weed
As the marijuana burn
we can take our turn
singin' them dirty rap songs
stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
and sell tapes from here to hong kong
i said roll, roll, roll my joint
pick out the seeds and stems,
feelin' high as hell
flyin' through palm dale
skatin' on dayton wheels
so roll, roll, the '83
cadillac coupe de ville
if my tapes and cd's just don't sell
i bet my cabby will

well it was just sun down
in a small white town
and they call it east side palm down
when the afroman walked through the white land
houses went up for sale
well i was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CD's
when i met a lil' girl named Jan
i let her ride in my caddy
'cause i didn't know her daddy
was the leader of the ku-klux-klan
we fucked on the bed
fucked on the floor
fucked so long
i grew a fuckin' afro
then i fucked to the left
fucked to the right
she sucked my dick
til the shit turned white
i thought to myself
"sheeba, sheeba!"
got my ass lookin' like a zebra
i put on my clothes
and i was on my way
till her daddy pulled up in a chevorlet
so i ran, jumped out the back window
but her daddy he was waitin' with a 2 by 4
oh he beat me to the left
beat me to the right
the mothafucka whooped my as all night
but i ain't mad
at her prejudice dad
that's the best damn pussy i eva had
i got a bag of weed
and a bottle of wine
i'm gonna fuck that bitch
just one more time

Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the door at the dogs
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
we can take our turn
singin' them dirty rap songs
stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
i said it takes form him to hong kong
i said roll, roll, roll my joint
pick out the seeds and stems
feelin' high as hell
flyin' through palm bell
skatin' on dragon wheels
so roll, roll, roll the '83
cadillac coupe de ville
if my tapes and cd's just don't sell
i bet my cabby will

i met this lady in Hollywood
she had green hair but damn she look good
i took her to my house 'cause she looked fine
but she whooped out a dick that was bigger than mine
i met this lady from Japan
never made love with an african
i fucked her once, i fucked her twice
i ate that pussy like shrimp-fried rice
don't be amazed at the stories i tell you
i met a woman in the heart of Australia
she had a big butt and titties too
so i hopped in her ass like a kangaroo
see i met this woman from Hawaii
stuck it in her ass and she said "iiiiiiiiieeeeee"
lips was breakfast
pussy was lunch
then her titties busted open with hawaiian punch
met Colonel Sanders wife
in the state of Kentucky
she said i'll fry some chicken
if you just fuck me
i came in her mouth it was a crisis
i gave her my secret blend
of herbs and spices

Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the door at the dogs
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
we can take our turn
singin' them dirty rap songs
stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
i said it takes form him to hong kong
i said roll, roll, roll my joint
pick out the seeds and stems
feelin' high as hell
flyin' through palm bell
skatin' on dragon wheels
so roll, roll, roll the '83
cadillac coupe de ville
if my tapes and cd's just don't sell
i bet my cabby will

i met dolly parton in Tennesee
her titties were filled with hennesee
and that country music really drove me crazy
but i rolled that ass and said yes miss daizy
then i met this lady from Oklahoma
put her pussy in a coma
met this lady in Michigan
can't wait til i fuck that bitch again
met a real black girl in South Carolina
fucked her til she turned to a white albina
i fucked this hooker in Iowa
I fucked her on credit so i owe her
fucked this girl down in Georgia
i came in her mouth now i thought i told ya
met this beautiful sexy hoe
she just ran cross the border from Mexico
this fine young thing said her name's Maria
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
i wanna get married ut i can't afford it
i know i'm gonna cry when she get departed

Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the door at the dogs
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
we can take our turn
singin' them dirty rap songs
stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
i said it takes form him to hong kong
have you eva went ova a girl
starts to fuck but the pussy just ain't no good
i mean ya gettin' upset
'cause you can't get her wet
plus you in the wrong neighborhood
so you try to play it off
and eat the pussy
but it take her so long to come
then a dude walk in it's her big boyfriend
and he ask you where you from
so you wipe your mouth
and you ty to explain
you start talking real fast
but he already mad
'cause you fuckin' his one
so he start beatin' on yo ass
so your clothes all muddy
your nose all bloody
your dick was hard but now it's soft
you thought you had a girl to rock ya world
but you still have to go jack off

Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the door...

I saw Jesus, in a tortilla,
I seen His face, smiling up at me,
I saw Jesus, in a corn tortilla,
Its a sign, for all the world to see.

I was standin in the kitchen, heatin up the fryin pan,
Toastin a tortilla, when much to my surprise,
As it roasted there emerged, the image of a man,
The likeness of our Lord, Jesus Christ!

I saw Jesus, in a tortilla,
I seen His face, smiling up at me,
I saw Jesus, in a corn tortilla,
Its a sign, for all the world to see.

It was a miracle I knew, so I ran to fetch the priest,
We all hurried to my house, as quickly as we could,
To find Little Pedro smiling, and smacking his lips,
Daddy, that tortilla, SURE tasted good!

Nooo!!! It was Jesus, in that tortilla,
I seen His face, smiling up at me,
I swear! I saw Jesus, in a corn tortilla,
It was a sign, for all the world to see.

So we waited and we waited, for our saviors second coming,
Until late in the evening, we were getting pretty bored,
When Little Pedro squatted down, over the collection plate,
And pooped out a perfect statue of our Lord.

Hallelujah! It was Jesus, made of tortillas,
His shining face, still smiling up at me (I told you!),
It was Jesus, made of digested corn tortillas,
Its a sign, that God loves you and me.

So we sold it on eBay, for a half a million dollars,
To a fancy museum, for our favorite charity (ME!!!)
Now sitting behind glass, is Little Pedros poop,
Gods precious gift, for all the world to see,
Its a miracle and now everyone believes.

That I saw Jesus, in a tortilla,
I seen His face, smiling up at me.
I saw Jesus, in a corn tortilla,
Its a sign, that God loves you and me.
God is everywhere, just look and you will see.

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Sorry but I'm real busy mayne
Grindin, I'm in the streets gettin change
You can leave a message after the tone (tone, tone, tone, tone, tone, tone)
But I hope that it's 'bout money mayne
I don't wanna hear no other thang
Or you can go ahead and just hang up the phone (phone, phone, phone, phone, phone, phone)

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - imitating Pimp C]
Uh, got a chip in my phone, I stay talkin free
If it ain't 'bout money stop callin me
Leave me alone if you ain't talkin G's
If your name ain't on a damn caller ID (caller ID)
Uh, you ain't even much, really fittin to talk to me
I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap)

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - imitating Slim Thug]
Ha, we boss hoggin and makin paper, your stock's fallin (cheah)
Get money, then get more, while y'all stallin (stallin)
I just bought 'em, them fos swang, ya saw crawlin
Ha, money talks, if you not talkin, then stop callin

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire - imitating Z-Ro]
Try me just one time, I show you the proof
I got a bunch of Reggie Miller niggaz ready to shot
Get hauled off with the sawed off, he called Snoop
Tall, skinny, yippy, small nigga, turquoise blue

[Verse 4 - Chamillionaire - imitating E.S.G.]
All the way to Louisiana I know you gutter niggaz feel me
I keep a loaded heater that's a auto and a semi
I'm ridin in a big truck, I know that auto got a hemi
I'm blowin purple stuff, that's purple stuff up in my kidney

[Verse 5 - Chamillionaire - imitating Killa Kyleon]
Run it, hey
Lookin at the game, it's like I need some more spitters
When they sayin lyricist they only sayin four niggaz (run it)
Tired of you muggin me like you a born killer
I'll wrap the beef up for ya like a tortilla nigga

[Verse 6 - Chamillionaire - imitating Big Moe]
Hey, naw, naw, just tryin them doors is on swangs
Still crawlin low, roll master on swangs (roll master on swangs)
Sippin and pour, I stay sippin that drank (drank)
'Til it get low and then I fill it up mayne (may-ne)

[Verse 7 - Chamillionaire - imitating Willie D]
I'm ready, I don't play, hey
Freaky deaky, freaky deaky, she know how I go
Hard for the pesos, my car goes and they sure to follow
Gonna let her follow as long as that heffa know my motto
I know you over the head with a bottle if your wallet hollow

[Verse 8 - Chamillionaire - imitating Bushwick Bill]
Your mind playin tricks if it's not me your askin for
I leave 'em stranded, beggin, pleadin, they ask for more
Under 5 feet but yeah, I'm your master broad
Visa, American Express, even your MasterCard

[Verse 9 - Chamillionaire - imitating Magno]
It's magnificent, look at that
Eye candy sprayed on my dash
Stacey Dash was the month before last
I replace the dash and she can't be mad

[Verse 10 - Chamillionaire - imitating Lil' O]
Your talkin 'bout the south and close your mouth they should, yeah
Hope your ghetto pass throughout the south stay good, yeah
Ridin candy red, I'm on that south braised wood, yeah
Pull up to the curb, break 'em off and rake hoods, yeah

[Verse 11 - Chamillionaire - imitating Bun B]
From the corners of PA to the tip of the Texas state (state)
To all my niggaz "Ridin Dirty" jammin UGK (K)
Give me good brain is somethin I ain't have to say (say)
Been ready to duck and do it since that MTV with Sway (Sway)
I'ma keep it trill (trill), I'ma keep it true (true)
I'ma keep on ridin the hard top and poppin roof (roof)
I'ma keep on droppin the drop, then I'm "Chunk Up The Deuce" (deuce)
Texas representin, got 'em swangin, bangin Screw
Hold up

[Verse 12 - Chamillionaire - imitating Devin The Dude]
Yeah, yeah
I put my jimmy on her tonsils and she mumbled and spoke
I couldn't understand, it's like she wanted to choke
It sounded like she said she didn't have nothin to smoke
I pulled my stick off her lip and bust a nut on her throat (eh eh, yeah)

[Verse 13 - Chamillionaire - imitating Big Pokey]
Caddy popped off, full screen up
White cups, fo' nina
I'ma 'peat I ain't no dreamer
I bite the bullet outta yo nina
Yellow stone, I'm makin cash
On Holly Hog, scrapin mash
Watch the trunk just wave and laugh
Am I ridin dirty? You hate to ask

[Verse 14 - Chamillionaire - imitating Lil' Keke]
Southside, southside
Pass the fo', forget Don P
Pop the seal, so down key
When I turn the candy red car key
Drippin slow, I'm in the mode
If you don't like it, then pardon me
But you know the fo' on me
Better bring you a whole army

[Verse 15 - Chamillionaire - imitating Mike Jones]
Cheah, 281 not 713 (what?), 281 not 713
Candy load, I'm ridin fos
Now broke hoes wanna bop on me (what?)
Broke hoes wanna bop on me
Want me to take 'em on a shoppin spree
But you ain't ridin (naw), not with me
Cause I feelin mellow on choppin Spree's (haha)

[Verse 16 - Chamillionaire - imitating Paul Wall]
What it do, what it do
Still with the camp, shinin like a lamp (lamp)
"People's Champ," gonna leave a tramp left on the feet, stuck like a stamp (stamp)
Still tippin of fo' fos, I'm crawlin slow, I thought you knew (knew)
Breakin bread and break 'em off with the Swishahouse man, what it do

[Verse 17 - Chamillionaire - imitating Trae]
So they don't wanna get it
Really really cook 'em back fo' fo' ready to show off in this bitch
The windows stay tinted to the max when I'm in it
Slow loud and bangin, best believe I'm gonna go get it

[Verse 18 - Chamillionaire - imitating Lil' Flip]
Me I'ma pimp, I ain't payin for no sex (woo)
Connected on the west, I ain't payin for no tecs
I'ma CEO, I ain't waitin for no checks
Want drama, better bring it, but you better wear a vest (oh boy)

[Verse 19 - Chamillionaire - imitating Scarface]
G's don't die, we ride
We ride down the strip and we multiply (ply)
Move pies and 05's guys we close eyes (close eyes)
Never seen a man cry, 'til I seen my hand bys

[Chamillionaire]
If you leavin stupid messages on my answering machine, then stand by

[Chorus]

[Outro - Chamillionaire - imitating Chingo Bling]
"They Can't Deport Us All," chico
I got into they ice, to get into they foil, punto

you are my hero. are any of these real besides satan gave me a taco?

Any song that mentions tacos, nachos, fajitas, burritos, etc. is technically mentioning tortillas even if not by name, right?

I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...

cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday bloody sunday...)
(allright lets go!)

And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday

How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...

cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...

Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)

Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)

And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
And then we'll eat tortillas
On...

Sunday bloody sunday
Sunday bloody sunday...

Tortillas, they fell down like rain, etc.

duh da da ta da ta da ta...
duh da ta da da ta ta

duh da ta da da da da da...
duh da ta da da ta da

duh duh duh duh da da...(da!)
duh duh duh duh da da...(da!)
duh duh duh duh da da...(da!)

da da da da da dada....tortilla!

all music says the Bomboras, Joe Cuba, and Charlie Valens have songs called Tortilla.

Calle 13 - "La Jirafa"

Something about "let's roll ourselves into a tortilla".

What is that Chamillionaire song? It looks awesome.