there were four jolly bandits
and they rode the desert wastes
and they robbed the rich of everything
from diamonds to good taste
their names were pancho
pablo, pedro ,and pete
they were four hombres
you wouldn't want to meet
unless that is
you were the salt of the earth
and heavens eye
had witnessed your birth
in the red heavens
of long ago
when the sky was sand
and green winds did blow
and peace caressed the land
in a violet mist
all before the coming
of the capitalists
who built their castle
against the new white sky
and the people awoke
to build pyramids - and die
the whip came down
and mush bowls were distributed
a fund for orphans was established
to which the bankers laughingly contributed
quigley, quorumbo, quizzer and quick
four villains who made the system tick
sip their espresso and smoke their cigars
snap their fingers and gaze at the stars
o when will the bandits come again
to undo humankind’s original sin
pancho, pedro, pablo, and pete
riding together down the dusty street
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