Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously…
in The Wild Wild West
“Do or do not, there is no try” - Yoda
…warbling in his best Tex Ritter…
“Do not forsake me, oh my darling…”
(choir sings with drums booming in the background)
O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Down in the west-Texas town of El Paso,
I fell in love with a Mexican girl
Jodi
Fiat Justitia
Night time would find us in Rosie’s cantina, music would play and Felicia would whirl
There was blood on the saddle,
And blood on the ground.
Catrandom
There were seven spanish angels…
“Do or do not, there is no try” - Yoda
Felina would whirl. Felicia didn’t do shit.