Here he comes, El Caudillo
He’s a mean old son of a gun
Spreading misery wherever he goes
For him, your work is never done
It’s this way up the greasy pole
And it’s this way down the snake
But when you’re knee deep in the slime, boys
What difference does it make?
Do you know, El Caudillo?
He’s a latent psychopath
If you want to have a go with him
Then beware the aftermath
He’s pushing round his pawns now
While he’s castling his king
And if you’re down on bended knee
Then he might just let you kiss his ring
And here he comes, El Caudillo
He’s the man with master plan
And when he snaps his fingers, boys
You better run as fast as you can
He’s holding all the cards, boys
That’s what you’ve got to understand
So get down, grovel and be grateful
That you’re eating from the great man’s hand
And he was never one for dancing round
To someone else’s tune
He was always one for laughing at them
Barking at the moon
They believe he’s got the power
And their power, they don’t know
But that is why they’re calling him
El Caudillo
Oh no, it’s El Caudillo
Come to weigh your pound of flesh
Some bodies here are broken, son
You better drum him up some fresh
We don’t want these also-rans, man
We need them keen and sharp, naïve
Tell them what they want to hear
You’ve got to make them make-believe
Yeah, yeah, you could have been someone
You could have been anyone
Yeah, you could have been you
But no, no, you had to bow and scrape so low
Because there was a line to tow
For El Caudillo