The fiesta is a big success
We ate a lot, but we made a mess
Now there's a sloppy spill on my party dress
But it'll cause me no distress
'Cause you know I've got such a
Your face is smeared with chips and dips
There's sour cream around your lips
And taco sauce on your fingertips
Your shirt is streaked with spots and drips
And boy, do you ever need a
I see your reflection in the olive-oil tin
The guacamole runs down your chin
You sense the saucy mood I'm in
You flash your great big greasy grin
And then you slip me your