Cy Coleman Follow

There’s no sun up in the sky
And the birds forgot to sing
But you’re headed for a cell
Then to die and rot in Hell
So it might as well be spring
I’ll be singing like a bird
When the jury sets the date
And this capital event
Proves revenge is Heaven sent
All you have to do is wait

You’re about to take that big siesta
Stone, but don’t request a
Padre rest
Assured that I’ll say mass
Try a final meal of tacos on a
Plate of beans, manana
Odds they are gonna
Give you gas

They will strap you in a chair
And for once you’ll be polite
You’ll say Gov’nor “Pardon me”
But he’s sure to disagree
Cause the case I’ve made is tight
It’s the People versus Stone
And my money’s on the State
Who says dreams do not come true
You will get what you are due
All you have to do is wait

Time to fiesta
On the day you die, I’ll eat high on the hog
Santa Maria
I will go to town on the day, you’re put down like a dog
I’m leading an ovation
At your asphyxiation

As crowds line up to watch you pay your debts
I’ll collect my bets
Playing castanets

As you’re walking your last mile
I’ll be overcome with pride
Taking pleasure in your death
And to know your final breath
Will be filled with cyanide
Though you’ve never been my fav’rite
Gringo
In my native lingo
Adios
The end is close
As they seal the chamber door
Think of me who sealed your fate
One the pellets hit the pail
From the instant you inhale
All you have to do is wait
Good things come to those who wait