He was nobly born in a spanish bull's horn and left one scar on his handsome face
He stood like a prince and he had ever' since he had grandly walked into the place
Though the girls of the grid tonight were forbid for tomorrow he must fight once more
Before he left the ball he would dance with them all 'cause he was El Torreador
The day of the feast was just a light in the east when he left Maria's warm bed
Her dark eyes said more but he walked through the door shakin' cobwebs and dreams form his head
And later that day as he knelt to pray he said God grant me this nothin' more
If it is the way and I must die today let me die like a torreador
The plaza del torres shook from the roar as the band played the Torreador's theme
Alarmed by the sound the bull paws the ground as the torreador 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 it's breath as he flirted with death and the bullfighter's sword found it's mark
And tryin' to hide the wound in his side he walked from the ring standin' tall
A crowd gathered 'round where he fell to the ground
A priest held his hand where he lay in the sand
And it was heard to say a brave bull died today and died like a torreador
