Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Turbo’s on break in the back room Apron stained Got that wild-eyed grin Brown paper bag Little glass halo Twistin’ that lid like he’s lettin’ sin in He lines it up on the steel table Soft shell folded like a prayer gone wrong Clock still ticks But the air gets heavy You can taste the trouble in his tongue [Chorus] Duke’s on his taco He’s losin’ control Whole damn jar got a hold of his soul (yeah) Drip on the counter Drip on his hand He’s in love with the mess Doesn’t care who understands Duke’s on his taco He’s gone too far Whisperin’ sweet nothings to a mayonnaise jar [Verse 2] We hear him laugh through the thin drywall Low and slow like a bad idea Mouth full Talkin’ that slick talk Like that condiment’s the love of the year He swirls it ‘round like a white tornado Eyes rolled back in a cheap-daydream If HR knew what that man was sayin’ They’d hose down the floors and steam-clean the scene [Chorus] Duke’s on his taco He’s losin’ control Whole damn jar got a hold of his soul (hey) Drip on the counter Drip on his hand He’s in love with the mess Doesn’t care who understands Duke’s on his taco He’s gone too far Whisperin’ sweet nothings to a mayonnaise jar [Bridge] Break room lights buzz Clock hits nine He licks his fingers like he’s doin’ just fine We cover our shifts We cover our eyes Some cravings you can’t sanitize [Chorus] Duke’s on his taco He’s losin’ control Whole damn jar got a hold of his soul Drip on the counter Drip on his hand He’s in love with the mess Doesn’t care who understands Duke’s on his taco He’s gone too far Whisperin’ sweet nothings to a mayonnaise jar
Tags
rock, Greasy bar-band garage rock, midtempo stomp. Crunchy overdriven guitars, loose live drums, and a swaggering bass groove. Male vocals half-sung, half-snarled with call-and-response gang shouts on the hook. Verses stay tight and riffy, chorus explodes with shout-along lines and big bends. Short, trashy guitar lick between sections, raw room sound., soft
Duration
3:29
Instrumental
No
Created
2/12/2026