come here little children gather round and [INSTRUMENTAL INTRO] [VERSE 1] let your grandpa tell you a tell of three brave banditos draped in ponchos that just so happen to go by the famous and often infamous moniker know far and wide to all people of all lands and time betwixt all time as the one and only (except there are three) TRÉS PONCHOS! (TRÉS PONCHOS ) [VERSE 2] Long was the quest undtaken by three of the least like trio of banditos yet despite their many short comings a bumbling buffoonery stumbled, rumbled, and tripped face first in a surprising upward and unintentional winning direction to become the saviors, the openers of many doors, at times the moppers of many floors but always with out except wore their trademark PONCHOS! (EEEE YIIIIII HAH!) [Chorus] oh how they ride across the dusty plains ponchos waving gloriously, heroic yet notoriously know for grammatical atrocities involving their obvious inadequacies to speak Spanish properly and with any sense of frequency including their ethnicity not being even close to their misguided attempt at blending into Mexican society yet despite it all they basically still kinda kick asses, took names, and pruned many shrubberys that resulted in the colmaculmination of their glorious, mostly luckily, unquestionable and historical VIC-TOR-Y! (YEEEE HAAAA) [BRIDGE] [IInterlude] [Verse 3] and so they fought the fight that fighters do and may have lost a time or 2 and may have accidentally misplaced one member of the trio technically make it a duo but that also was tetemporal as eventually the duo returned to a trio that involved a poncho in a tree-oh-did i mention there was a weirdo that dressed exclusively in his plague doctor finery that wandered his very questioningly long hallway while place songs bizarrely on a freaking omnichord while coveting a painting inked with a witches menstrual blood yet despite his clear obsession and questionable sanity would keep his prize painting of phlebotomy lock away inside a chest that couldn't just be opened with a key and if this seems confusing to how these thing tie in coherently then sonny boy your not alone for nobody is exactly sure how the ponchos 3 and Googlefaulk insanity collided and united culminating in the necessity for out brave très ponchos to liberate the blood painting that ultimately would save the day and all of our rreality and only slightly dimensionaly changing what a door can lead to in a quantum entanglement they oonly sometimes happens involving a banana so that all I've got my sons they'll be no hand holding beyond this point so maybe go and figure out THE REST! [Chorus] oh how they ride across the dusty plains ponchos waving gloriously, heroic yet notoriously know for grammatical atrocities involving their obvious inadequacies to speak Spanish properly and with any sense of frequency including their ethnicity not being even close to their misguided attempt at blending into Mexican society! [Outro]
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