He was nobly born, had a Spanish bull's horn   And not one scar on his hansom face   He stood like a prince and he had ever since   He had grandly walked into the place      Though the girls of Madrid, tonight were forbid   For tomorrow he must fight once more   Before he left the bar, he would dance with them all   'Cause he was El Toreador      The day of the feast was just a lie in the east   When he left Maria's warm bed   Her dark eyes said more but he walked through the door   Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head      And later that day, as he knelt to pray   He said God grant me this nothing more   If it is the way and I must die today   Let me die like a Toreador      The pageant he chose, shook from the roar   As the band played the Toreador's theme   Alarmed by the sound, the bull paws the ground   As the Toreador enters the ring      Up and down, round and round   On and on, all alone      The Plaza Del Toros, shook from the roar   As the band played the Toreador's theme   Alarmed by the sound, the bull paws the ground   As the Toreador 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 their breath as he flirted with death   And the bull fighter's sword found it s mark      And trying to hide the wound in his side   He walked from the ring standing tall   And a crowd gathered round   As he fell to the ground      A priest held his hand   Where he lay in the sand   And he was heard to say   A brave bull died today but he died like a Toreador