I've been to Spain but never again, I couldn't go there twice 'Cos my name's John Willie but they said it sounded silly And they wouldnt call me that at any price. They soon made me change my name and a real proper Spaniard I became:
Don Pedro, the big bull-fighting hero, The Lancashire Toreador. They cheer me and when the bull gets near me To show how far a brave man can go with the bull I danced the Tango. Then when I hung on his tail my pants he tried to gore. I went dashing round the ring with him giving chase, Three times he tossed me in the air, I looked a disgrace. They shouted, 'Look at all that skin and bone round the place, It's The Lancashire Toreador.'
Don Pedro, the big bull-fighting hero, The Lancashire Toreador. I met-a charming senor-eta She said, 'To love you I can never', then kissed me good-bye for ever. That night, as she retired, she locked her bedroom door. She started to undress and timidly she looked round, Said, 'Thank God, I am rid of him for he's homeward bound', But when she pulled the bed clothes down now guess what she found? Why The Lancashire Toreador.
Don Pedro, the big bull-fighting hero, The Lancashire Toreador. I scare 'em, no mercy ever spare 'em. In the dead of night I ramble, Spanish castle walls I scramble. I saw a shadow above a girl in her boudoir. I climbed up her balcony, it started to sway. She shouted, 'Murder! there's a bandit, spare my life, pray'. But when my castanets I rattled she said, 'Hooray! It's The Lancashire Toreador'