Don Alfonso (dlouhá verze) |
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hudba a text: lidová píseň, upravil M. Oldfield zpěv: David Bedford |
bootleg: I Met A Sweet Seňora In Barcelona zdroj: stránky Larse Krolla |
Now I'm a toreador I am for sure I kill bulls by the score And sometimes more And when they hear the bell ring Inside the bullring The bullocks all start trembling They know I'm coming |
I'm Don Alfonso Some call me Pedro But that is not so I'm Don Alfonso I fought bullocks out in sunny Spain Out in sunny Spain I fought bulls in the sunshine And I fought them in the rain I'm Don Alfonso I work for Oxo And all the bullocks are affraid of me Oh my sword I pull Kill si bull Yes Sir yes Sir three bags full Then we have steak and chips for tea |
I met a sweet seňora in Barcelona Her Christian name was Mona She was thumbs-up bona She told me she was single That made me tingle My heart went jingle jingle I said: "Let's mingle" |
I'm Don Alfonso Some call me Pedro But that is not so I'm Don Alfonso I fought bullocks out in sunny Spain Out in sunny Spain I fought bulls in the sunshine And I fought bulls in the rain I'm Don Alfonso I work for Oxo And all the bullocks are affraid of me Oh my sword I pull Kill si bull Yes Sir yes Sir three bags full Then we have fully beff for tea |
I'm Don Alfonso Some call me Pedro But that is not so I'm Don Alfonso I fought bullocks out in sunny Spain Out in sunny Spain I fought bulls in the sunshine And I fought bulls in the rain I'm Don Alfonso I work for Oxo And all the bullocks are affraid of me Oh my sword I pull Kill si bull Yes Sir yes Sir three bags full Then we have fully beff for tea |
I fight bulls every Sunday And sometimes Monday And when I fight on Sunday We've cold meat Monday We have meat hash on Tuesday Sometimes hashed Wednesday We don't eat meat on Friday We wait till Sunday |
I'm Don Alfonso Some call me Pedro But that is not so I'm Don Alfonso I fought bullocks out in sunny Spain Out in sunny Spain I fought bulls in the sunshine And I fought bulls in the rain I'm Don Alfonso I work for Oxo And all the bullocks are affraid of me Oh my sword I pull Kill si bull Yes Sir yes Sir three bags full Then we have ham and eggs for tea |