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'Twas The Night Before Christmas At El Taco BanditoOn the 8th day of Christmas, El Taco Bandito gave to me *
'Twas the night before Christmas at El Taco Bandito We drove in Stan's Chevy, Milwaukee and Sunnyside was not far We arrived at el restaurante from the jukebox-blared La Bamba The tortillas on the table were nestled with care Kevin ordered the beef lengua, Tostadas! we all said Then up from the basement the old man appeared He wore a large black sombrero and limped with an old worn-out cane A multi-colored pancho covered his flabby round belly He was holding a pet kitten, through his fur he ran his fingers Pancho yelled, "I'll steam your tortillas and turn up the heat We shoveled down our food, inquiring about this wild new flavor "Hey gringos, how was your meal?" he asked when we were done He looked at our empty plates, like a Cheshire cat he was grinning Excusing myself from the table, I ran to the bathroom without fail Three stalls and a sink, but a dilemma was close The vomit that splashed in the porcelain bowls Out in the restaurant, we heard a great clatter Away from the toilets, lifting our heads off the walls More rapid than diarrhea, the health inspectors they came "Undulay Bill, undulay Felix, Morris and Sylvester, Out of your litter boxes, leave your scratchposts behind Out the basement window, jump over the wall With our stomach pumps in tow, the inspectors walked where we were sittin' El Taco Bandito was torn down later that same year Pancho Villa haunts my Christmas dreams and just might make me mad So I cough up a fur ball and turn off the light * Previously in The 12 Days of Beachwood Christmas, brought to you by our very own Tom Latourette: - Day 1: Have a Dysfunctional Family Christmas Posted on December 21, 2007 |
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