Lyrics Connie Francis – Torero
Text:
Tu pierde ‘o suonno ‘ncoppe giurnalette
E mamme te minaccia
E patete s’arrangia
Te fanno gira’ a’ capa sti fumette
Vuoi fare il toreador
Comme fanno a santafe’
Comme fanno ad ollivud»
E cu’ sta scusa, oi ni, nun studie cchiu’!…
He! Torero!
Te si’ piazzato ‘ncapo stu sombrero
Dice che si’ spagnuolo e nun e’ overo
Che nacchere ‘in ta sacca vai a balla’
Mescolando bolero e cia’-cia’ «chi vuo’ ‘mbruglia’!
He! Torero!
Cu’ sti basette a’ sudamericano
Cu’ ‘nu sicario avana e ‘a cammesella ‘e picche’!…
Torero, torero, ole!
I met him on a bus in barcelona
We kinda got to talkin’
But he did all to talkin’
I asked him what he did in Barcelona
In sunny Barcelona
And this is what he said
You are fortunate my friend
Of this there is no doubt
For every where I go the people shout
Torero!
Make way for don José the great torero
In Spain I am a famous caballero
With flip of the hip
Of the music of the band
I cha
The bull is so confused because I cha cha
I never kill him, only if he gets in my way
Torero, torero, ole!
I never kill him, only if he gets in my way
Torero, torero, ole!
