Lyrics

I know...I'm sorry about this. Hope it's not a Captain & Tennille-type situation for anyone.


When Timmy ventures south of the border
People yell “Amante del aguacate”
They love beisball, and Don Julio
And they feed him lots of avocados
With some lime juice, onions too
Green chiles but hold the cilantro

Tim dips his chips in a bowl of Guacamole
A grin above his chin for the fruit he finds holy
Spends more on this food than clothes with Andy Polley
Hey Guacamole

Tim’s filled to the brim with Guacamole
Keeps shooting it in like a latter-day Kobe
Hoovers it up like his mouth is a Flowbee
Hey Guacamole

At Wrigley Field, sitting in the press box
pre-game meal and Timmy is distraught
Baba Ghanoush, and garlic hummus
With pita pieces, he doesn’t want it

Now come on…what was he supposed to do?
Eat spreadable eggplant on a cracker?
I mean…honestly…

Littles see Tim and offer Guacamole
Like Phil Garner tossed the ball to Tim Foli
It’s full of good fat like Angelina Jolie
Hey Guacamole