by William Armstrong
I march down the streets on the hottest day
'Cause I'm a soldier in the service of Spain.
I chase shadows into the darkest night,
Perform my duties during torrential rain.
I obey the orders of my Commandante,
Even if Capitan Monastario it may be.
I do it even though I'm not paid very much
And death could be in the cards for me.
My friends, Sergeant Garcia and Corporal Reyes,
We all meet on Sundays to pray to the Lord
That one of us some day will be lucky enough
To capture the fox and claim the reward.
and even though we have fought him many times,
He always wins no matter what we may do.
His skill is such we don't stand a chance,
The magistrado says we don't have a clue.
So each day we meet in the tavern to drink
And hope that the day will come for us soon,
When we will capture the outlaw El Zorro,
And not see his silhouette against the moon.
