| | | | | (Mariachi trumpets) (Ahahahahahah)   (Ahahahahahah)   (Olé..!)     Pedro the bull was a killer.   King of the bullfight arena. He'd wipe up the floor with each brave matador. Then have matador stew for his dinner. He heard the crowd shouting; Olé! (Olé!) But he met his master that day. | | | | The bullfighter was a lady.   And it was true love at first sight. Her red cape was waving but Pedro was shaving. He wanted to date her that night. (Ahahahahahah)   (Ahahahahahah)   (Olé..!)      Pedro the bull he was smitten.   First time the love bug had bitten. He once was a mad bull a wild and a bad bull. But now he was mild as a kitten. The people were starting to hiss. But Pedro just wanted to kiss. | | | | The bullfighter was a lady.   And Pedro he liked what he saw. He floated on air with a rose in his hair. As he waltzed with that sweet matador. His fate was a bad one his tale (tail) is a sad one. It's hanging right o-ver..: He-e-er doo-oo-oor... (Ahahahahahah)   (Ahahahah Olé!)