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, 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’m 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, 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 ZorroTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
