Jose can you see, by the dawn's early light, what so proudly we crapped in the por-ta-po-tty. Who's brown stripes and green stars, through the perilous lunch break? O'er the mountains we heard the sounds of a-gon-y And the salsa's red glaaare! The butt bursting in aaair! Gave proof through the tacobell, that our burritos were still there. Oh say do those burritos contaaaaaiiiin red salsa or loads of beeeeeaaaans? Or maybe some diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip?