Sung to the tune of “Crooked Teeth” by Death Cab for Cutie
I sat that day there in the shade
And I thought, wow, I’ve got it made
Out of the pool after a dip, but only salsa to put on my chip
Like mexican food at the mall, the mall
I love avocados served ripe and raw
Much more than hot dogs topped with cole slaw
And there is no doubt what I want by my side
mmhmm
So I sought an avocado to mash
to be used, consumed, and then I knew in a flash
That you can’t make guacamole
If you don’t mash avocados
No you can’t make guacamole
If you don’t mash avocados
I roamed the grocery store
Seeking avocados, tomatoes, and more.
and more, woo, hoo, woo, hoo.
Onion, chilies, garlic, cilantro
Mashed together with a fork in a bowl
Or in my molcajete, a stone mortar and pestle
When that climacteric fruit is mashed, nothing’s lost
Don’t fret, it’s all opportunity costs
Cause you can’t make guacamole
If you don’t mash avocados
No you can’t make guacamole
If you don’t mash avocados
Alligator pear or aguacate
Avocat means lawyer too
Avogadro found a number, he was good at math
But I’d rather walk the avocado path
Cause you can’t make guacamole
If you don’t mash avocados
No you can’t make guacamole
If you don’t mash avocados
No you can’t make guacamole
If you won’t mash avocados
No you can’t make guacamole
If you won’t mash avocados
