Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Ramiro’s up early, before the crack of dawn,
Got his apron on, boots laced, he’s gone.
He’s got masa and meat, and that old family spice,
Three hours to get here, but he don’t think twice.

(Pre-Chorus)
The whole town knows when the clock strikes eight,
Ramiro’s tamales are worth the wait.
And when they ask, “Are they the best around?”
He smiles and shouts, with a voice so proud—

(Chorus)
“Absolutely, absofuckinlutely,
Ain’t nobody make ‘em better, you can see!
Absolutely, absofuckinlutely,
These tamales are the taste of my legacy!”

(Verse 2)
By the end of the day, he’s tired and beat,
Three hours home, but he’s still on his feet.
Windows down, humming tunes on the road,
Thinking ‘bout tomorrow and that next tamale load.

(Pre-Chorus)
But when they ask, “How do you do it, day after day?”
Ramiro just laughs and you’ll hear him say—

(Chorus)
“Absolutely, absofuckinlutely,
It’s the love that I put in, can’t you see?
Absolutely, absofuckinlutely,
These tamales? They’re a piece of me!”

(Bridge)
The drive is long, but the passion is strong,
For every tamale, he’s been workin’ so long.
It’s a labor of love, and he’ll tell you true,
For a taste of his tamales, there’s nothin’ he won’t do.

(Outro)
So when you take a bite, just know the plan,
That’s the flavor of a hardworking man.
And if you ask him, “Are you tired?” with a wink he’ll say,
“Absolutely, absofuckinlutely, but I wouldn’t have it any other way!”