Taco Night Material

Music video for The Claudettes’ Taco Night Material, 2:53

“A friend of mine got married, then promptly divorced. He said, ‘Let's just say I discovered I'm not really taco night material.’ I took it to mean he wasn't ready for the cozy routine of marriage. I wrote a song about a wife who finds she hates her new ‘Tuesdays are Taco Night!’ life. She's driven mad by all the things she's ‘s'posed to’ do. It eats away at her until her mind starts telling her what she's ‘s'posed to’ do: murder her husband, dump him in the woods, then deliver her confession: ‘I'm not really taco night material.’”
- Johnny Iguana, The Claudettes

I'm s'posed to dress up for ya? I'm s'posed to lie down for ya?
I'm s'posed to go down for ya? I'm s'posed to cheer up for ya?
I'm s'posed to wake up before ya? To make a cake just for ya?
I'm s'posed to bake it for you now?

Nothing feels right, but Tuesdays we have Taco Night

I'm s'posed to take the car, I'm s'posed to drive it far
I'm s'posed to find some woods, I wonder if I could?
I'm s'posed to roll you out, You're s'posed to beg and shout
But no one's s'posed to hear you now

It's a rainy midnight burial
I'm not really Taco Night material

I'm s'posed to come to the station, You're s'posed to be on vacation
I'm s'posed to give 'em the proof now, I'm s'posed to tell 'em the truth now
I'm s'posed to answer the question, I'm s'posed to give 'em directions
Here's my confession now:

I'm not really Taco Night material
I'm not really Taco Night material
I'm s'posed to be Taco Night material
But I'm not really Taco Night material