You might say it was just my luck
That you decided to move that loving truck
All the way down to 7th and I
Que Grande, Que Grande
You gave me lunch every day
And you seldom made me actually pay
I shall miss you till the day I die
Que Grande, Que Grande
Your adobada was the best
To hell with all the rest
I watch you leave with a sigh
Que Grande, Que Grande
Come back to me soon
Or your business shall be doomed
And you will see the tears I cry
