I met her at mercado
She's buying avocados
Man, she really turned me on
She reached for my pepper
I grabbed her tomato
I knew it wouldn't very long

She walked to the mesa
I got my cerveza
I picked up the onions and lemons
The way she looked at me
Man, I could clearly see
That it wouldn't be very long

Guacamole (Guacamole)
Guacamole (Guacamole)
We'd be making guacamole all night long

Guacamole (Guacamole)
Guacamole (Guacamole)
We'd be making guacamole all night long

She headed for the line
Fell in right behind
Man, she sure looked good to me
She reached for her money
I said ""Wait a minute, honey
I believe this one is on me""

We got in my pickup
We started to back up
We headed on down the road
We went to mi casa
Ate tortillas de masa
And made guacamole all night long

Guacamole (Guacamole)
Guacamole (Guacamole)
We'd be making guacamole all night long

Guacamole (Guacamole)
Guacamole (Guacamole)
We'd be making guacamole all night long

Guacamole (Guacamole)
Guacamole (Guacamole)
We'd be making guacamole all night long

Guacamole (Guacamole)
Guacamole (Guacamole)
We'd be making guacamole all night long
Oh, yeah"