Lyrics Maximillian Mouse - Rolf Harris

Maximillian Mouse

I am a mouse called Maximillian Mouse
And I live in my Maximillian Mouse house
I’m very well bred, I’m pure Castillian mouse
And I come from a long, long, long, long, long
Long line of Castillian mouses
Ole
But it always has been perilous
Crossing the arena to the supermarkets
Where I buy my cheese
It’s regularly perilous
When I think of bull fights
There’s a quaking in my knees
I’ve always had a taste for colorful things
And this day I was wearing my red
Cortocaportocontrezbutonizonalado
E sulapa ancocobosiasacadelamanorajo et
Plato del toros dressing gown
I must confess I’ve been in gullible rings
For the bull, when he saw what I wore
Came rushing at me
Ol
Ole
But if you think
That because I am small
I am puny
You are wrong
I stood my ground
I did not move
I could not move
The picador’s horse was standing on my tail
So swiftly I turned and I nipped him in the fetlocks
He was most embarrassed
But for the moment I was free
I pirouette to safety and the bull thunders past me
Brrrah
Then, I hear the trumpet call for the death
I have resolved to dispatch Senor Toros
With the classic pass of the dead one
The crowd screamed, «No, no»
But I plant my feet firmly, one and two
Three, four
Then from ten yards away
I called the bull to me, Toros
He comes rushing towards me
I tripped him
I am a mouse called Maximillian Mouse
And I live in my Maximillian Mouse house
I’m very well bred, I’m pure Castillian mouse
And I come from a long, long, long, long, long
Long line of bullfighting mouses
Ole