El Cordobes
A hot sunny daySome musicians playThe chords of an old pasodobleThe moment is nearFor the thousands that cheerThe name of the great matador
In the wings where she whispered 'never say die'Ohoh never say dieOnly cold perspiration invades his keen eyeIt's the moment we are waiting for
El Cordobes like a real cumbancheroAy ay ay ay he's the great matadorEl Cordobes cumbanchi cumbancheroAy ay ay ay he's the man we adoreI fear the end of the showA shivering thrill then we go
In the heat of the fightHe trembles insideNever praise the day before it's overHe's starting to chokeTo the finishing strokeThe crowd's only crying for more
In the wings where she whispered 'never say die'Ohoh never say dieOnly cold perspiration invades his keen eyeIt's the moment we are waiting for
El Cordobes like a real cumbancheroAy ay ay ay he's the great matadorEl Cordobes cumbanchi cumbancheroAy ay ay ay he's the man we adoreI fear the end of the showA shivering thrill then we go
El Cordobes like a real cumbancheroAy ay ay ay he's the great matadorEl Cordobes cumbanchi cumbancheroAy ay ay ay he's the man we adoreI fear the end of the showA shivering thrill then we goEl Cordobes!