Zorro Lies Dying In the Spanish Sun All the Women Crying,Especially the Pretty Ones He Drew His Sword... They Came With GunsStealing Is Stealing, I've Done Lots of That Now Reach Into My Pocket, PadreHide This Gold Pouch in Your Hat And Let the Skinny Peons Feed Upon the FatIt Was Liberated From Some Aristocrat, Eh?So Pray For Him Father, You Need Not Bother 'cause I Am the FoxAnd I Go Where I Want If Heaven Ignores Me The Devil Adores MeYes, I Am the Fox And I Go Where I WantPadre, Don't It Seem Hundred Years Ago Before I Donned the Mask I'm Don DiegoNow There's Only Minutes Left For the Cunning El ZorroGo Fetch My Sword... My Horse I'll Ride Out Death DiabloSo Pray For Him Father, You Need Not Bother 'cause I Am the FoxAnd I Go Where I Want If Heaven Ignores Me The Devil Adores Me I Am the FoxAnd I Go Where I WantDeath You're Running Closer And I Can't Keep This Pace Sir, I'm DisadvantagedAnd Should I Lose This Race Hand to Me Your Deadliest WineI'll Give You Back a Taste Before You Burn Your Mark On MeI'll Carve Mine in Your FaceSo Pray For Him, Father You Need Not Bother 'cause I Am the FoxAnd 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
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