Walk into the Bell,
And they know the Smith.
Up at the counter,
Order a number 6.

And I like to mix
Supreme and queso,
They ask what that is,
I say nacho cheese. Yo

The smell of the beef
Is intoxicating,
The poor man's mexican
Got me salivating.

Open up the wrapper,
Got my order wrong,
But I still eat it up
As I sing this song.

[Chorus]
The taste of you is what I need.
The taste of beef and nacho cheese.
Where every item is supreme,
It's what I need.

The freshly fried crunch
Of your flakey chips,
That I love to dip,
Make it worth the trip.
And I take a sip
From my Baja Blast,
Then I get a grip
Of my taco fast.

And I take a bite,
With the scalding meat,
Lettuce tumbling,
Onto my plastic seat.
And I eat the cheese
That's fallen on my wrapper,
Then I grab the next,
And I eat it faster.

With shades of purple
And turquoise green,
This holy place
Is my favorite scene.
You make my food
So magically.
My phone's wifi connects
Automatically.

Even when it's wrong,
You make it well.
I'm the finest member of
Your clientele.
Your kitchen projects
My favorite smell,
When I got two bucks,
I go to Taco Bell.

[Chorus]
The taste of you is what I need.
The taste of beef and nacho cheese.
Where every item is supreme,
The Bell tolls for me.

You destroy the stigma
Of fast food,
With every addition to
Your menu.
I can't get away
Cause I'm stuck like glue.
I've been eating here
Since 2002.
Some people hate you,
If they only knew,
What you gave to me.
They don't have a clue.
With your grilled tortillas
And your cheezy goo,
I've given you very good
Yelp! reviews.
Why can't every place
Be more like you?
Every time I burp,
I think of you.
Even when I'm in the bathroom,
About to spew,
I think of the Bell
And I pull through.
Having diarrhea
Like a stomach flu,
Deja vu! In the bowl
Is my number 2.
My acid reflux
Is burning through
My asophagus,
All thanks to you.

[Chorus]
The taste of you is what I need.
The taste of beef and nacho cheese.
Where every item is supreme,
I have a disease.

I'm there at the door,
At 10am.
Waiting till you open,
We're the best of friends.

Even when I'm done
With my perfect meal,
I sit a while
While my blood congeals.

And I stare at the man
Who's behind the counter,
And I wonder what it's like
To have that power.

He gives me a glare
And I look away.
He's called the manager,
Who's coming this way.

Oh crap.
Act natural.
He tells me
Matter-of-factual

Get out! You've finished your meal an hour ago! Get out of my store! Go to a different location, then. I'm sick of you staring at my employees, you sicko! NO! Get out or I'm calling the cops! Get out!

But I might get hungry later! I think I'd like a small order of nachos - or.. um, a Dorito taco! Let me just get a refill, then - PLEASE! TACO BELL!!!

[Chorus]
The taste of you is what I need.
The taste of beef and nacho cheese.
Where every item is supreme,
It's what I need.