me at 3 AM: okay i finally got rid of that spider, hopefully my skin stops crawling so i can sleep my brain: what if the song went "do you like bean enchiladas?" me: don't you fucking dare. don't do this to me my brain: 🎶 DO YOU LIKE BEAN ENCHILADAS? AND GETTING CAUGHT IN THE RAIN 🎶

Do you like bean enchiladas And getting caught with gas pain If you’re not into gas-ex And your sphincter’s inflamed If you like waking up at midnight To make a dash for the can Then Im the restaurant you looked for La Cuisine Texican

Anyone ever suggest you get assessed for ADHD?

I'm not into potatoes I'm into plantains

The chorus originally started with "If you like Humphrey Bogart", which Holmes changed at the last minute, replacing the actor with the name of the first exotic cocktail that came to mind and fit the music (Wikipedia)

IF YOU LIKE MAGALUF AT MIDNIGHT

IF YOU'RE NOT INTO YOGHURT, IF YOU HALF A PLANTAIN

Do you like bean enchiladas, Getting caught in the rain? Do you like scotch bonnet salsa Hot enough to cause pain? If you like nachos made at midnight, And mispronouncing serape, Then you're the foodie I look for - Come with me and escape

this is, miserably, a true story

There is not enough brown noise in the Verse to stop that brain worm. I'm Aussie, why worry about the spider though? They kill the mozzies.

This is violence...!