Happy Little Trees

Fajita, fajita, you’re so sweet and hot.
You fill my belly til it’s nice and taut.

I decorate you up wit’ on-yuns and cheez
Wrap you in tortilla--hold the peppers please.

How can I stop my fajita-eat-a love?
It sizzles—never fizzles—so it must be from above.

I drive around the city just to catch a glimpse
Of places I can dine with fajita-makin’ pimps.

There’s Chuy and there’s Lupe. And Pappa-see-toezzzz!
Ninfas does it right when it comes to nachos.

Fajita, fajita, I love you love you much.
Just gotta watch d’ hot plate— please don’t touch.

Tell Weight Watchers to leave me alone.
Jenny Craig—lost your number—leave your message at the tone.

I be seeing you this weekend –not just for today.
Fajita, baby-baby, my love for you’s no play.