List to me, while I tell you, of the Spaniard that blighted my life
List to me, while I tell you, of the man who stole my future wife
Twas at the bull fight that we met him
He was doing his daring display
And then while I went out for some nuts and a programme
The dirty dog stole her away
Ah yes, Ah no, for tonight there shall be dirty work
When I catch Alfonso Spigoni the Toreador, tralala boom boom, tralala boom boom
With one mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw, tralala etc
When I catch that bull fighter the blighter I'll kill
He shall die, he shall die, he shall die tildlyee itie tie tie tie tie tie tie
He shall die, he shall die... ie
For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion when I catch him bending tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight!
