What dosteth smelleth so truly tasty
What 'tis the aroma that hath grabbed me by my nostrils
Dost my eyes deceive me
Dost the fire of my tongues believe me
What a delectable pastry sitteth on my table
Aye carumba it's a chimichanga
Oh how my lips do water
And my taste buds doeth quiver
O yonder those hills lays a treat
One one must sample to believe
Aye carumba it's a chimichunga
O how delicioso
Must the tortilla beeth so flavorful
How dost Mexicanos make such a genuine treat
Why the hell do they take all our jobs