THE BULL FIGHTER | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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See Don Pedro, gallant Pedro, in the famed bull-ring in Spain See hime rush towards the bulls and see him rushing back again Hear the bull scream out for mercy to the cheering all around As Don Pedro digs his digger in his eighteen pence a pound. Chorus: No bull can beat me, when he comes out to eat me He gives me a shove, I give him a push Then here we go round the mulberry bush Soon as he gets hold of me I make him tap the floor If he's fat or he's thin, he's got to give in To Pedro The Torreador. See the gay senora's smiling on me, when the bull I've slain See 'em throw bouquets at me, see 'em pull 'em back again 'Hold on Pedro,' cries the bullock, as he proudly wags his tail Here's the man to take our photo, from the famous 'Daily Mail'. Chorus: RECITATION: Have I ever fought any bulls, sir? Don't ask me, I can't tell a lie The fact is, I don't have to fight 'em It's done by the power of the eye No, I don't know which eye they're afraid of Don't ask silly questions like that For when you fight bulls you don't stop to enquire As to which eye the bull is looking at Have I killed a bull, did you ask me? Now you don't want to make me feel cross You mean a real bull, full of bullness With one tail, two horns and a toss I remember the bull I fought yesterday How he broke all the rules was a crime He got round to my rear as I looked at my watch To see if 'twas opening time I'll admit that I felt a bit nasty And the old kidney punch then I tried But the referee said, 'Break away, lads' But declared that we both were offside We resumed at the sound of the whistle And by gosh, 'twas a hell of a fight Till I cut off his tail with me jiggermazoo And the marker said, 'Piece in your right' The next round was rather exciting The betting was thirteen to three But the bull missed a point as I swung round my left And I huffed him for not taking me Then I stabbed him and shot him and kicked him I bit him - I did carry on And 'struth, I'd have eaten the blighter If I'd had only one more coupon And then came a sad interuption A milkman arrived and said, 'Now I shall call in a policeman and give you a charge For making these holes in my cow.' Chorus: |
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Written and composed by Harry Castling & Fred Leigh | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Performed by Harry Weldon (1881-1930) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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