Little white bull    (video)

 

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1. Once upon a time there was a little white bull,

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    very sad, because he was a little white bull (little white bull).

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    All the black bulls called him a coward just 'cause he was white,

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    only black bulls go to the bullring, only black bulls fight.

 

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    When he asked his mama if a little white bull (little white bull)

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    ever had a chance of turning black,

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    his mama said, “You silly little bull,

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    you're a pretty little bull, you're my little bull,

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    so, please, don't ask me why, little bull, you just ain't black !

 

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2. But this did not satisfy that little white bull (little white bull),

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    he was an exception to that little white rule (little white rule).

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    Everyday alone in the meadow, he'd find things to charge,

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    till one day he really imagined that his horns were large.

 

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    Bold as brass right then and then, the little white bull (little white bull)

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    quickly found the nearest road to town.

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    And people said, “What a funny little bull !

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    What a fluffy little bull, he's our little bull !”

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    He marched along, a proud little bull, and hit the town.

 

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3. It was the day of the bullfight, all the town were there,

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    waiting to see the famous matador.

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    Trumpeters sounded a fanfare, tam-ta-da-dam-tam-taaa !

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    Out from the throats of the crowd came a mighty roar !

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    Into the ring to the shout of a great olé (olé!)

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    came the parade, all prepared for a mighty fray !

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    Matadors         and picadors         and toreadors !

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    And who do you think as well ?

 

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3. Trotting right behind them came the little white bull (little white bull),

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    how they laughed out loud to see the little white bull (little white bull).

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    Trotting 'round the giant arena, with his head up high,

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    till the matador in the centre caught his tiny eye.

 

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    Charging right up to him went the little white bull (little white bull),

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    charging twice and charging once again.

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    The matador cried, “Toro little bull !

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    You're not a little bull, you're a brave little bull !

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    You're gonna be a great little bull, the best in Spain !”

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    Then the crowd all shouted, “Toro, little bull !

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    You're not a little bull, you're a brave little bull !

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    You're gonna be a great little bull, the best in Spain !”

 

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    So if you got a little bull, that's a white little bull,

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    it's quite possible that it might be the bull,

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    that's the best in Spain !

 

    (Tommy Steele)