Walter P. Hilliard - Burrito Vandalism Lyrics

Sunday mornin' came with chaos in the air
Stepped out on my porch burritos everywhere
Meat and cheese explosions sour cream on my door
Bobby Colata's wild ride left our town in gore

Bobby Colata the madman of our town
Blasting five-layer burritos tearing peace down
From Coldwell to Brookhill
Highmeadow Drive's wrecked
He turned our sleepy suburb into a Mexican trainwreck

Neighbors cussin' loud What the hell is this shit
Refried beans on rooftops sour cream shits
A carnage of cuisine meat raining from the sky
Bobby with his bazooka a devil in disguise

Bobby with his bazooka a devil in disguise

Bobby with his bazooka a devil in disguise

Bobby Colata the madman of our town
Blasting five-layer burritos tearing peace down
From Coldwell to Brookhill
Highmeadow Drive's wrecked
He turned our sleepy suburb into a Mexican trainwreck
Neighbors cussin' loud What the hell is this shit

Now Bobby's locked up tight in the county's dark cell
Taco Bell disowned him, their burrito cartel
Confiscated his cannon turned it into a toy
But the town still remembers his burrito
Destroy

So if you hear a splatter and smell that greasy air
Watch your step my friend 'cause Bobby might be there
Colata's legend lingers a spicy urban blight
The man who burritoed our town in the dead of night

Oh Bobby You made the town stink like

Ripe Ass