(with apologies to Jimmy Driftwood)
In the year of '67 we took a little trip
Along with Cap'n Joaquin on his nifty little ship
We took a dozen ninos bound for San Cristobal
And we met the bloody Monties when they fought us at the Wall
We fired our guns and the Monties kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Rio to the Gulf of Barcino
We looked down the Coast and we seed the Monties come
And there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood behind the earthworks and we didn't say a thing
We fired our guns and the Monties kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down through Rancho Torres to the Gulf of Barcino
Montoya said we could take 'em by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets till we looked 'em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their faces well
Then we opened up a volley and gave 'em ..Well....we...
We fired our guns and the Monties kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down through Rancho Torres to the Gulf of Barcino
Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a boca couldn't go
They ran so fast El Vago couldn't catch 'em
On down through Rancho Torres to the Gulf of Barcino
We fired our cannon till the barrel melted down
So we picked up Henri's lackey and we fought another round
We filled his head with cannonballs 'n' powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the lackey lost his mind
We fired our guns and the Monties kept a'comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down through Rancho Torres to the Gulf of Barcino
Yeah they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast El Vago couldn't catch 'em
On down through Rancho Torres to the Gulf of Barcino
SPOKEN TAG
Un, deux, trois, quatre
Sound off, trois, quatre
Un, deux, trois, quatre
Sound off, trois, quatre
Un, deux, trois, quatre
Transcribed by Ronald E. Hontz
ronhontz@worldnet.att.net