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Lyrics
Baggy pants and a colorful shirt,
It's a calling card for dangerous work.
The rider is set, the arena is full.
It's time to dance with a one-ton bull.
Bull fighters: that's their name.
Bull fighter in a dangerous game.
Face that bull, make your play.
Get that rider out of the way.
Bull fighting: It's team work and skill.
Bull fighters in an eight-second drill.
No punching a clock for an eight-hour day.
Up on your toes – but it ain't the ballet.
This isn't the office – no suit and tie.
You and the bull stand eye to eye.
Watch that bull charging your way.
Horns and hooves – this ain't child's play.
Bull fighter, second to none,
Standing tough, not gonna run.
Bull fighting: It's team work and skill.
Bull fighters in an eight-second drill.
Bull fighters – a colorful few...
Chasing a bull with four flying hooves.
Teamwork and skill – it's all part of the plan.
Keeping things safe for a bull-riding man.
Bull fighting: It's team work and skill.
Bull fighters in an eight-second drill.
Bull fighter, second to none,
Standing tough, not gonna run.