Zorro lies dying In the Spanish sun
All the women crying, especially the pretty ones
He drew his sword...
They came with guns
Stealing is stealing, I've done lots of that
Now reach into my pocket, padre hide this gold pouch in your hat
And let the skinny peons feed upon the fat
It was liberated from some aristocrat, eh?
So pray for him father
Or you need not bother
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want
If heaven ignores me
The devil adores me
Yes, I am the fox
And I go where I want
Padre, don't it seem hundred years ago
Before I donned the mask I Don Diego
Now there's only minutes left for the cunning El Zorro
Go fetch my sword...my horse, I'll ride out death. Diablo
So pray for him father
Or you need not bother
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want
If heaven ignores me
The devil adores me
I am the fox
And I go where I want
Death you're running closer and I can't keep this pace
Sir, I'm disadvantaged and should I lose this race
Hand to me your deadliest wine, I'll give you back a taste
Before you burn your mark on me, I'll carve mine in your face
So pray for him, father
You need not bother
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want
When Satan annoys me
Then heaven employs me
'Cause I am the fox
And I go where I want to go
El Zorro |
