We'll sing you a ditty of Mexico City
Where toro and toreador reign
Of a boy not so old, who was feeling quite bold
With the fire of bullfighting in his veins
He's just a muchacho who came there to watch, oh
The thrill of the crowd in his heart
The colors are flashing, the matador's dashing
Of this life, he wishes he could be a part
He goes to his mama, I'll begin mañana,
A toreador - olé, I must be
My cape will be brighter - ay mamacita, I'll be zee best fighter
From here, toro, TORO, he does not look so big to me!
When out storms the bull, he's a torrent of fur
His bravery shows by the dust that he stirs
Around the arena he snorts his protest
'Til niño's heart's thumping within his small chest
And, so this muchacho who's just there to watch, oh
Thinks that he'd better go home to play
For now he feels small; this bull, he look so tall
He would rather come back and fight some other day
Olé!
Bell Sisters - Little Boy Bullfighter Lyrics
Bell Sisters - Little Boy Bullfighter Lyrics
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We'll sing you a ditty of Mexico City
Where toro and toreador reign
Of a boy not so old, who was feeling quite bold
With the fire of bullfighting in his veins
He's just a muchacho who came there to watch, oh
The thrill of the crowd in his heart
The colors are flashing, the matador's dashing
Of this life, he wishes he could be a part
He goes to his mama, I'll begin mañana,
A toreador - olé, I must be
My cape will be brighter - ay mamacita, I'll be zee best fighter
From here, toro, TORO, he does not look so big to me!
When out storms the bull, he's a torrent of fur
His bravery shows by the dust that he stirs
Around the arena he snorts his protest
'Til niño's heart's thumping within his small chest
And, so this muchacho who's just there to watch, oh
Thinks that he'd better go home to play
For now he feels small; this bull, he look so tall
He would rather come back and fight some other day
Olé!
Where toro and toreador reign
Of a boy not so old, who was feeling quite bold
With the fire of bullfighting in his veins
He's just a muchacho who came there to watch, oh
The thrill of the crowd in his heart
The colors are flashing, the matador's dashing
Of this life, he wishes he could be a part
He goes to his mama, I'll begin mañana,
A toreador - olé, I must be
My cape will be brighter - ay mamacita, I'll be zee best fighter
From here, toro, TORO, he does not look so big to me!
When out storms the bull, he's a torrent of fur
His bravery shows by the dust that he stirs
Around the arena he snorts his protest
'Til niño's heart's thumping within his small chest
And, so this muchacho who's just there to watch, oh
Thinks that he'd better go home to play
For now he feels small; this bull, he look so tall
He would rather come back and fight some other day
Olé!
Writer: CYNTHIA STROTHER
Copyright: Lyrics © LOWLIGHTS PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © LOWLIGHTS PUBLISHING