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Don Alfonso
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I am for sure. I kill bulls by the score And sometimes more, And when they hear the bell ring Inside the bullring, The bullocks all start trembling; They know I'm coming. Some call me Pedro, But that is not so. I'm Don Alfonso. I fought bullocks out in sunny Spain, Out in sunny Spain. I fought bulls in the sunshine, And I fought them in the rain. I'm Don Alfonso. I work for Oxo, And all the bullocks are afraid of me. Oh, my sword I pull. Kill zi bull! Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full; Then we have steak and chips for tea. In Barcelona. Her christian name was Mona. She was thumbs-up bona. She told me she was single, That made me tingle. My heart went jingle, jingle. I said "Let's mingle" Some call me Pedro, But that is not so. I'm Don Alfonso. I fought bullocks out in sunny Spain, Out in sunny Spain. I fought bulls in the sunshine, And I fought them in the rain. I'm Don Alfonso. I work for Oxo. And all the bullocks are afraid of me. Oh, my sword I pull. Kill zi bull! Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full; Then we have fully beef for tea. |