Taqueria Girl

I'm so broke it makes me sick. I used cut up credit cards for guitar picks. So I'm acting quick, to earn some cashflow for the master plan So I got a job, making tacos for the working slob. Now I can't stop, 'cause there's and angel working next to me. And things are great, nothing really matters, when I'm talking to the taqueria girl. And, now within a week, I've told her all about the prophecy. She says to me, "lets not wait another afternoon. lets get a tank, lets rob a bank. lets go today before they close. lets get a band, lets get a van and by tomorrow no one knows." I go along, nothing can go wrong, when I am talking to the taqueria girl. Now I'm sitting on the ground downtown at the first national bank, with a sack of money in my right hand and in my left, a hand grenade. Buddy Holly told me just the other day to take my songs out on the road, but first I gotta get paid. And if things go right we'll leave this town with pockets full tonight. And it will be the greatest thing that you have ever seen. And if I fail I will use my only phone call to be talking to the taqueria girl. I will be talking to the taqueria girl.