| A hot sunny day
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| Some musicians play
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| The chords of an old pasodoble
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| The moment is near
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| For the thousands that cheer
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| The name of the great matador
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| In the wings where she whispered 'never say die'
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| Ohoh, never say die
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| Only cold perspiration invades his keen eye
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| It’s the moment we are waiting for
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| El Cordobes like a real cumbanchero
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| Ay ay ay ay, he’s the great matador
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| El Cordobes cumbanchi cumbanchero
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| Ay ay ay ay, he’s the man we adore
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| I fear the end of the show
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| A shivering thrill then we go
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| In the heat of the fight
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| He trembles inside
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| Never praise the day before it’s over
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| He’s starting to choke
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| To the finishing stroke
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| The crowd’s only crying for more
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| In the wings where she whispered 'never say die'
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| Ohoh, never say die
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| Only cold perspiration invades his keen eye
|
| It’s the moment we are waiting for
|
| El Cordobes like a real cumbanchero
|
| Ay ay ay ay, he’s the great matador
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| El Cordobes cumbanchi cumbanchero
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| Ay ay ay ay, he’s the man we adore
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| I fear the end of the show
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| A shivering thrill then we go
|
| El Cordobes like a real cumbanchero
|
| Ay ay ay ay, he’s the great matador
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| El Cordobes cumbanchi cumbanchero
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| Ay ay ay ay, he’s the man we adore
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| I fear the end of the show
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| A shivering thrill then we go
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| El Cordobes! |