¡Olé!
…so he took the sheet from the wife's cold feet
And twisted it into a rope
And he hanged himself from the pantry shelf,
'Twas an easy end, let's hope.
with him facin' death with his dyin' breath
He solemnly cursed the Pope.
¡Olé!
…so he took the sheet from the wife's cold feet
And twisted it into a rope
And he hanged himself from the pantry shelf,
'Twas an easy end, let's hope.
with him facin' death with his dyin' breath
He solemnly cursed the Pope.