Taco Bamba, 
is casa to my first super torta, the meat-carne-meat-carne deluxe, the Torta Bamba. That monster puts on a hat dance, baby, capable of full court press courtship. Carry me across the sandwich threshold, mi amor, saturated in sequins!
Ya arriba, ya arriba!
Por ti seré, por ti seré, por ti seré.
Soy capitán, soy capitán.
Ya arriba, ya arriba!
Rrrraa-ja-jaa…
Se necessita una poca de gracia.
Una poca de gracia para mí, para ti.
A bit of grace for me, for you. Now come on, come on!
The Lunch Encounter 
Excellent bilingual post! Muy bien 🙂
Gracias! The Google speaks all languages.
how do they make the cheese out of the Chihuahuas? are they harmed in the process?
Which came first, the Chihuahua or the cheese?
Super wow!
It IS like the Sunday paper. Well said!