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 Maria's 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 Toreador's 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 Plaza Del Toros, shook from the roar

As the band played the Toreador's 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 fighter's 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