He was nobly born had a spanish bull s horn

And not one scar on his hansom face

He stood like a prince and he had ever since

He had grandly walked into the place

Though the girls of madrid tonight were forbid

For tomorrow he must fight once more

Before he left the bar he would dance with them all

Cause he was el toreador

The day of the feast was just a lie in the east

When he left marias warm bed

Her dark eyes said more but he walked through the door

Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head

And later that day as he knelt to pray

He said god grant me this nothing more

If it is the way and I must die today

Let me die like a toreador

The pageant he chose shook from the roar

As the band played the toreadors theme

Alarmed by the sound the bull paws the ground

As the toreador enters the ring

Up and down round and round

On and on all alone

The pageant he chose shook from the roar

As the band played the toreadors theme

Alarmed by the sound the bull paws the ground

As the toreador enters the ring

Up and down round and round

On and on all alone

The shouts of ole in the heat of the day

Rushed the hot blood to his spanish heart

And the crowd held their breath as he flirted with death

And the bull fighters sword found it's mark

And trying to hide the wound in his side

He walked from the ring standing tall

And a crowd gathered round as he fell to the ground

A priest held his hand where he lay in the sand

And he was heard to say a brave bull died today

But he died like a toreador