hey cisco

watch him ride into the sunset, he'd have the little fat guy, right along his side, echoing off the canyon, hey cisco, from pancho 'n' pretty soon, the black sombrero would reply, hey pancho what's happening mi amigo, it's getting somewhere near the end, this winding trail, when we've raced around the corner, for the final dusty time, mr renaldo 'n' carillo's, going to jail, can't open no more supermarkets, duncan's sombrero's hanging, up there with his guns, some cigarro sucking slag, under a chip hollywood chandelier, says 'cisco, kid you know, your day is done, let me know how you are doin', mr renaldo, if you need me i could be