There’s a legend of a famous matador
Who went to meet El Toro
Though he fought as he had never done before
He could not beat, El Toro
The bull El Toro, brought him defeat and pain
And to his sorrow, the matador knew shame
They said time would never heal the many scars
Brought by the great, El Toro
And the bitterness that burned deep in his heart
Caused him to hate, El Toro
The bull El Toro, brought him defeat and pain
And to his sorrow, the matador knew shame
So one night, when no-one was on sight
The matador, went to SETTLE the score
In the lonely fields, beneath the pale moonlight
He SOUGHT the bull…and they fought once more
When they found the matador and saw him dying
He’d never see tomorrow
Now they say that on the spot where he was lying
Still walks the proud El Toro
The bull El Toro, brought him defeat and pain
And to his sorrow, the matador knew shame….
