by William Armstrong
He took off his boots and he gave them a shine
Then he walked to the Tavern and bought everyone wine
He liked to boast about his skill with a sword
Glanced at the wanted poster, the size of the reward
He thought he was the best, that he had the touch
Until he came face to face with Zorro
The thought of fighting a legend gave him a rush
Coming face to face with Zorro
He knew all the tall tales, the stories he heard
He couldn't help but stop and listen to every word
All the men he defeated, all the trophies he won
Wouldn't mean anything if he didn't face this one
He thought he was the best, that he had the touch
Until he came face to face with Zorro
The thought of fighting a legend gave him a rush
Coming face to face with Zorro
The day finally came, the challenge had been made
He slowly took from his scabbord his trusty blade
It was like part of him, an extention of his hand
The news of this encounter spread throughout the land
He thought he was the best, that he had the touch
Until he came face to face with Zorro
The thought of fighting a legend gave him a rush
Coming face to face with Zorro
Like most famous battles, it didn't last very long
The look of bravado he had at first was now gone
He held his own until on his face came a scratch
And the man who once bragged knew he met his match
All his hopes to beat the legend began to fade
When he came face to face with Zorro
Defeat and humiliation were the price that he paid
Having come face to face with Zorro
