Letra de Ta-Da!
There's a goth barbeque
And we want to invite you
But none of us are any more goth
Than David Lee Roth

There's a quincinera
Are you going? You'd better
My cousin will not turn 15 again
But either way I win

The yuppies that own the street
And only buy grass-fed meat
They promised that they wouldn't call the cops
Until the magic stops


The seed is planted
The night's enchanted
Your wish is granted...
TA-DA!

We've all been bitchy
And way too itchy
For something witchy...
TA-DA!

ooooooooo
TA-DA!
ooooooooo
TA-DA!


When you saved me the cake
It was more than I could take
Each thing you do is a poem
Come burn down my home

Now the blimp's in the sky
I'm so happy I could cry
Look at it, it might as well be a whale
My uncle's out of jail


The seed is planted
The night's enchanted
Your wish is granted...
TA-DA!

We've all been bitchy
And way too itchy
For something witchy...
TA-DA!

ooooooooo
TA-DA!
ooooooooo
TA-DA!


Brica Brica for all
Inflate the castle walls
I want us all to jump
I want us all to fall

Brica Brica for all
Inflate the castle walls
And when they're inflated
We'll all say...
TA-DA!


And the seed is planted
The night's enchanted
Your wish is granted...
TA-DA!

We've all been bitchy
And way too itchy
For something witchy...
TA-DA!

ooooooooo
TA-DA!
ooooooooo
TA-DA!