On The Alamo

In the sleepy town of San Juanita

There's a story that a padre tells

Of a gay senor and senorita

And the serenade of the bells

Seems they asked the padre for permission

To be married early in the spring

But their folks had made just one condition

That the mission bells had to ring

Ev'ry one knew the bells were broken

And hadn't sounded for a long, long time

Then one night the village was astounded

For the bells began to chime!

Still the bells are broken, goes the story

But if in your heart a true love dwells

They will ring for you in all their glory

That's the serenade of the bells