| List to me, while I tell you, of the Spaniard that blighted my life
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| List to me, while I tell you, of the man who stole my future wife
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| Twas at the bull fight that we met him
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| He was doing his daring display
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| And then while I went out for some nuts and a programme
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| The dirty dog stole her away
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| Ah yes, Ah no, for tonight there shall be dirty work
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| When I catch Alfonso Spigoni the Toreador, tralala boom boom, tralala boom boom
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| With one mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw, tralala etc
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| When I catch that bull fighter the blighter I’ll kill
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| He shall die, he shall die, he shall die tildlyee itie tie tie tie tie tie tie
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| He shall die, he shall die… ie
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| For I’ll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion when I catch him bending tonight,
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| tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight! |