Gabriel Garcia Sierva Marquez
pedler of love, scorner of shame
he walked the streets collecting pesos for his dame
calling his monkey by name
Cayenato!

Cayenato sat upon the dinner table but took to using silver
he covered his head with a sombrero come siesta
in winter he feigned a shiver

Gabriel and Cayenato, the angel and the beast
walking the streets, raising funding for a feast
in the bosom of Black Diamond Bay
in the bosom of Black Diamond Bay

Gabriel Garcia Sierva Marquez, he loved his monkey more than the fame
he never put the boy in danger except for running down the game
(which he called the dames)

Now Gabriel was born simply Garcia Marquez
but the love of his life took him to changin' his name
Sierva! Oh Sierva!

Oh she with the miles India-Pale hair
with beads round her wrist like the reigns on a mare
Sierva! Oh Sierva!

Gabriel Garcia Sierva Marquez took to plenty of women
but none to whom he would tame
he would walk in the streets with Cayenato
trading Simian tricks to buy a bouquet of rose for Maria
for Marie
for Marcia
for Marcie

for the death of his lover did not love in him kill
just ruin
forever
the questing to grant him fill
from Sierva!

oh she with the miles India-Pale hair
with beads round her wrist like the reigns through his hair
Sierva, your true love runs mad in the streets
he is scowling, he is frothing at all that he meets
Oh watch now, dream angel, for your lover's friend has fever
of a rabid world alive with the bite of the season
Cayenato! Oh Cayenato!

Cayenato stood between the mastiff and his master
sensing all things wrong, he prepared for the hereafter
As the dog lunged, he scraped 'round, left Cayenato bleeding on the ground

for the love of his master, his mother, his pere,
that monkey gave his health for Gabriel's breath of air
and the rabid dog slipped away
to die in the sands of that street the next day

Cayenato, Garcia cared for as if he were a son
though business partners truly, like a gangster to his gun
Cayenato went mad
raving on his feet
Garcia knew the time was coming fleet on its feet
Oh it's death he would meet!
to Cayenato he thought it would treat

to the journey, to the nothing, to the everything, or the worms
or the sweet place he heard his mother sing of, he remembered to Cayenato
every praised word

of a vision
of a dream
but he ended up mumbling
just like in his sleep
of Sierva
of Sierva
oh Sierva
oh Sierva...