[Intro]
"Party tonight!" they scream
I clock in, dying inside
[low vocal register]
Sombreros, selfies, fake accents
Tip jar's empty, yet I still smile
[Verse 1]
Host yells "Amigo!" at strangers
Manager calls me "compa" too
Kitchen's yelling orders in Spanglish
All of them land on me, not you
Hot plate burning through my fingers
"Careful, it's caliente" line
Birthday song for the fifth table
I wish that tequila was mine
[Chorus]
I hate this Mexican restaurant
Hate the way they shout "olé!" on cue
Hate the chips all over this floor
And the spilled green sauce in my shoe
If I hear one more "más queso"
One more margarita "on the side"
I hate this Mexican restaurant
But I'm stuck on this salsa ride
[Verse 2]
Influencer at seven wants "aesthetic"
Moves the beans, then sends it back
Kids turn tortillas into Frisbees
I dodge them like an anxiety attack (hey)
"Is it gluten free? Is it vegan?"
Ma'am, it's literally fried
You filmed the whole meal on your phone
But the tip somehow just... died
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[whispered vocals]
They clap off beat to the trumpet
Snap their pics with their neon drinks
Ask for my "real" guacamole recipe
Like my grandma's a kitchen link
[crescendo]
I dream of an office with silence
A desk, a plant, a broken chair
Anywhere I'm not singing "feliz cumpleaños"
To a guy who just spilled his beer
[Chorus]