I saw this posted today and had to figure out which film this was referring to.
OP wasn't lying: The greatest song ever written WAS conjured by an Italian for a scene in a Western filmed in Spain where a Polish man pretending to be a Mexican bandit does a gay little run through a graveyard for three and a half minutes uninterrupted.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I websurfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious
Website of hot chicks galore,
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark,
Suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning,
Mourning for my dear amour.
'Tis not possible, I muttered,
Give me back my cheap hardcore!
Quoth the server, "404".
