| Mr Smith makes tacos | |
| wearing red uniform | |
| This small place is | |
| full of people | |
| The men order | |
| a large sized one | |
| and for girls | |
| there's a medium | |
| but I can eat a whole | |
| large sized one | |
| Anyway there is | |
| Eric who often drop in | |
| He visits in alone | |
| almost everyday | |
| But he doesn't look too lonely | |
| and he knows too many things | |
| Smith likes to hear his stories | |
| Oh Smith | |
| Did Eric come today | |
| Oh Smith | |
| What kind of secrets did he | |
| spill to you this time | |
| I like to stare | |
| when he cooks | |
| Even though it's tiny food | |
| I can see clear rules | |
| between them | |
| Smiths moves calmly | |
| in sequence | |
| When I'm looking at | |
| I feel like as if I watch | |
| sports doin' alone | |
| It's yammy whatever he cooks | |
| Especially it goes | |
| perfect with coke | |
| BUT I have a little problem | |
| There are awful herbs in tacos | |
| Smith doesn't understand me | |
| He doesn't understand me at all | |
| Oh Smith | |
| Don't put the herbs in that I hate | |
| Oh Smith | |
| I love you but I'll kill you | |
| if you do that again |