Bell Sisters
Little Boy Bullfighter
We'll sing you a ditty of Mexico CityWhere toro and toreador reignOf a boy not so old, who was feeling quite boldWith the fire of bullfighting in his veinsHe's just a muchacho who came there to watch, ohThe thrill of the crowd in his heartThe colors are flashing, the matador's dashingOf this life, he wishes he could be a partHe goes to his mama, I'll begin mañana,A toreador - olé, I must beMy cape will be brighter - ay mamacita, I'll be zee best fighterFrom here, toro, TORO, he does not look so big to me!When out storms the bull, he's a torrent of furHis bravery shows by the dust that he stirsAround the arena he snorts his protest'Til niño's heart's thumping within his small chestAnd, so this muchacho who's just there to watch, ohThinks that he'd better go home to playFor now he feels small; this bull, he look so tallHe would rather come back and fight some other dayOlé!
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