We’re three caballeros
Three gay caballeros
They say we are birds of a feather
We’re happy amigos
No matter where Rev goes
The one, two, and three goes
We’re always together
We’re three happy chappies
With snappy serapes
You can run how you want if
You run around Pontiff
We’re cold as a ice-o
Who says so? We say so!
The three caballeros
Ahhhh!
We have the stars to guide us
As we stroll down Duplessis
Take a right on Friedrichs
Tua sings and he samba
Two Yutes shout ‘aye caramba!
Rev Sox is the bomba
Oh I don’t think so
Through fair and stormy weather
We stand close together
Like books on a shelf
Rev Sox leads down Nassau
Tua tries to dash off
Two Yutes speaks of babies
These are three handsome daddies
Ahhhh!
We have the stars to guide us
Park Road is behind us
To run as we go
Tua sings and he samba
Two Yutes shout ‘aye caramba!
Rev Sox is the bomba
Oh I don’t think so
– or the Pax ran 4.6 miles in 44 minutes.
