(Ole! Ole! Ole!)
The bullfighter had come to town
Summertime he'd been laid down
The bull had took his winning crown
and left him lying on the ground
His wife and children hung their heads
The bullfighter wished he was dead
He felt that he had died that day
and all his pride was torn away
The sky it was a bitter gray
and bitter were the things they'd say
Madrid, Madrid reach out to me
I'm down upon a bended knee
I need the fight to be set free
Lord above have you cursed me?
have you cursed me?
Wintertime had brought despair
and all the news had spread
of what had happened there
The bull had nailed him to the floor
and though the pain was bad
his pride was wounded more
The bullfighter was feeling down
and though his scorn had pa**ed
he wore it like a thorny crown
He couldn't take another day
He went up to the highest roof and flew away
Madrid, Madrid reach out to me
I'm down upon a bended knee
I need the fight to be set free
Lord above have you cursed me?
Madrid, Madrid reach out to me
I'm down upon a bended knee
I need the fight to be set free
Lord above have you cursed me?
have you cursed me?
have you cursed me?