Maximillian Mouse

I am a mouse, called Maximillian Mouse

And I live in my Maximillian Mouse House

I'm very well bred, I'm pure Castilian Mouse

And I come from a long, long, long, long

Long, long, long line of Castilian Mouses

Olé!

But, it always has been perilous

Crossing the arena to the supermarkets

Where I buy my cheese

It's regularly perilous

When I think of bullfights

There's a quaking in my knees

I've always had a taste for colorful things

And this day I was wearing my red corto capotta

Con tres botones una lada

Y solapa anca con bosillas a cada lado

Manorago el plata del toros dressing gown

I must confess, I've been in duller bullrings

For the bull, when he saw what I wore

Came rushing at me

Olé!

But you think because I am small, I am puny

You are wrong

I stood my ground

I did not move

I could not move

The picador's horse was standing on my tail

So swiftly I turned and I nipped him in the fetlocks

He was most embarrassed

But for the moment I was free

I pirouette to safety and the bull thunders past me

Then, I hear the trumpet call for the death

I have resolved to dispatch Señor Toros

With the classic pass of the dead one

The crowd screams, "No! No!"

But, I plant my feet firmly, one and two, three and four

Then from ten yards away I call the bull to me

Ha! Toros!

He comes rushing towards me

Oomph, pah!

I tripped him

I am a mouse, Sir Maximillian Mouse

And I live in my Maximillian Mouse House

I'm very well bred, I'm pure Castilian Mouse

And I come from a long, long, long, long

Long, long, long line of bullfighting mouses

Olé!