This horrible set of lyrics came about while I was at work. I had sent out an e-mail request to friends to send me original song titles that I could write lyrics to, and only one person took the bait, responding with “FETAL FECES FAJITAS FIESTA FOREVER”, and I was left with no option but to live up to my end of the bargain. Little did I know that the lyrics would wind up forwarded to Trey Spruance (of Mr. Bungle, Secret Chiefs 3, Faxed Head, Nottingturd Fan, etc.) So included here are the original lyrics, and Trey’s response…
Fetal feces fajitas fiesta
Tu madre es puta de la
siesta
Always say die and always
say never
Feces fajitas forever
Find the space in which it
hides
Grill tortillas on both
sides
Our tender señorita is
expecting in June
And I'm expecting to eat
real soon
Sizzling pan of excretions
and infantile bile
Baby with a sombrero in the
center of the pile
Psychotic visions, an army
of lepers
Baby powder and roasted bell
peppers
Baby's dirty but no need to
wipe her
Use my tonsils as a diaper
Just call me Muchacho del
Vientre
Olé!
"Sounds like a song by a Kettleman City band - a band who Faxed Head would definately fight with over "headliner" status for a lunch time assembly in the Coalinga High School Gymnasium. Bravo!"
--Trey Spruance
