DRESS LIKE ZORRO

Calling back his mother say your boy’s back in the stew
Displays a lunacy baiting all the girls he’s spoiled a few
Carving “Z” for “Zorro” in a little boy’s cheek
Now we’ve had enough of that, he’s suspended for a week
To teach the kid a lesson ‘fore he has someone lie dead

Send up his records, the authorities must know
Though his mother won’t admit it, and his father lays low
They’ve got to accept the fact that
Their boy likes to dress like Zorro
Hey, Oh hey-ey
Hey, Oh hey-ey

Mama and her mister are ignoring him again
They have the finest reputations that you have ever seen
They’re taking off for a vacation, adding distance every mile
They say they need some Sun and sand and they’ll be back after a while
Well, I fear that masked marauders are now coming back in style

Send up his records, the authorities must know
Though his mother won’t admit it, and his father lays low
They’ve got to accept the fact that
Their son likes to dress like Zorro
Hey, oo hey-ey
Hey, oo hey-ey

A rapier dripping chocolate little children screamed in fear
I confronted "Little Fox" was quite unsettled by his sneer
I asked him if he knew the proper use of that sharp blade, he said
The pointy end goes in the other man, and then he’s dead!
The “Z” that scars my backside still survives until this day


Send up his records, the authorities must know
Though his mother won’t admit it, and his father lays low
They’ve got to accept the fact that
Their son likes to dress like Zorro
Hey, oo hey-ey
Hey, oo hey-ey

(REPEAT AND FADE)