O’ Taco Bell O’ Taco Bell, your food goes through me like a bomb shell.
And your bathrooms smell like ozone, I can even Smell it when ordering through the Phone.
O’ Taco Bell, O’ Taco Bell, I wonder how your food can even sell.
With the fake lettuce, cheese, and tomato, and oh so poisonous Baked Potato ( if you can call it that). The dollar menu is something to discuss, even if the things are as hard as a discus. O’ Taco Bell, O’ Taco Bell, I ate your food For show and tell.
Gorzycki middle school
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