[Verse 1] It’s raining tacos From out of the sky Tacos don’t need To ever ask why
Soft little shells Falling in lines Cheese on my shoes Beans in my eyes (hey!)
[Chorus] It’s raining tacos Open your mouth and wide It’s raining tacos Taste the salsa tide
Lettuce confetti Guac on my shirt It’s raining tacos Best kind of weather on earth
[Verse 2] Crunch on the sidewalk Sizzle in the air Sour cream clouds Everywhere
Hold out your hands Catch what you can One for the road Two for the pan (oh yeah)
[Chorus] It’s raining tacos Open your mouth and wide It’s raining tacos Taste the salsa tide
Lettuce confetti Guac on my shirt It’s raining tacos Best kind of weather on earth
A zene stílusa
Bouncy kids-pop track, bright synths and ukulele strums over a simple four-on-the-floor kick and handclaps. Female vocals, super playful and upfront, with stacked gang shouts on the hook. Toy piano and whistle hooks between sections; everything mixed shiny and loud for singalong energy.