You used to be my lover, did it under cover Now it's all out in the open
You went and told your brother Your brother told your mother Your mother told your father Your father beat the shit outta me
Your father, he told me He never wants to see me hanging around anymore He said if he found me he'd take me up and ground me And make enchiladas out of me
Velma from Selma Won't you please tell me what to do? You wanna be my lover, we got some ground to cover 'Cause I sure don't wanna be no enchilada.