marcos is a simple campesino turned guerrilla from necessity, he has only a small mountain howitzer, and just scrawny criollo horses with which to pull it around ... mobile though, and sometimes yes it is true he will devour occasional prey, well one must eat, and the horses must be fed, know however that he always chews the bones with great respect and attempts to defecate where the fertilising effect will bring the most benefit ... no great desire to lead, no, and he will rarely go postal on his fellows unless he hears the words 'desert dirt', 'pink sheets', or 'bulletin board' ... but music yes, he likes this especially on fridays -
Every time they hear that oom-pa-pa,
Everybody feels so tra-la-la
They want to throw their cares away,
They all go lah-de-ah-de-ay
Then they hear a rumble on the floor,
It's the big surprise they're waiting for
And all the punters form a ring,
For miles around you'll hear them sing...
Roll out the barrel,
We'll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel,
We've got the blues on the run
Zing boom tararrel,
Ring out a song of good cheer
Now's the time to roll the barrel,
For the gang's all here
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