The bullfighter and the pushcart girl
They come to odds in a city square
He stamps and shouts into her eyes
She puffs right back, tosses her hair
The crowd roars up with the swipe of the sword
The sun beats down
The only face he'll recognize
Is that of a girls who's back in town
Walking down the street of Spain
Oh the fools in the parade
Where his heroes were made
They're just fools in the parade
She's betrothed to a cobbling man
He treats her good
But he ain't no bullfighter
And that's the way that it should be
Walking down the streets of spain
Oh the fools in the parade
Where her money is made
They're just fools in the parade
The man of the match, the peoples eye
Makes his run at Rome
The rattle wheel, the broken wife
Makes herself at home
The bullfighter and the pushcart girl
They comes to odds in the city square
They stamp their legs and lock their eyes
They live their lives ‘cause nothing's there