El Toreador

El mucho grando matador
El toreador, all girls adore
They can see mystery in his eyes
No sign of fear, shows no surprise

El mucho grando matador
El toreador, all girls adore
They can see mystery in his eyes
No sign of fear, shows no surprise, no

Into the bullring he has come
The crowd applauds his sense of fun
The roses fly into the air
It is the sign that the bull is there

The bull begins to come into the ring
Toward the man who stands and sings
He twists his cape and draws his mighty sword
The blade flashes, the crowd just roars

(Olay)

Into the bullring he has come
The crowd applauds his sense of fun
The roses fly into the air
It is the sign that the bull is there

The bull begins to come into the ring
Toward the man who stands and sings
He twists his cape and draws his mighty sword
The blade flashes, the crowd just roars

The bull begins to come into the ring
Toward the man who stands and sings
He twists his cape and draws his mighty sword
The blade flashes, the crowd just roars
The blade flashes, the crowd just roars
The blade flashes, the crowd just roars