Torero
Tu pierde 'o suonno 'ncopp 'e giurnalette
E màmmete minaccia
E pàtette s'arraggia,
Te fannp girà 'a capa sti fumette
Guardannote 'int''o specchio
Vuoi fare il toreador
Come fanno a santafè come fanno ad hollivud
E cu' sta scusa, oi nì, nun studie cchiù
Oh! torero!
Te si' piazzato 'ncapo stu sombrero
Dice che si' spagnuolo e nun è overo
Che nacchere 'int''a sacca va a ballà
Mescolando bolero
Cu a samba e o cha cha cha
Hue torero
Cu' sti basette a' sud americano
Cu''nu sicario avana
E 'a cammesella 'e picchè
Torero torero olè
Te fatto 'a giancchetella corta, corta
'o cazunciello astritto
O 'o ricciulillo 'nfronte
Te ride 'a gente areto e nun te 'mporta
Ti senti un marlon brando
Che a soasso se ne va
Per le vie di santafè
Per le strade di hollivud
E 'a 'nnammurata toia nun te vò cchiù
Oh! torero...
Bullfighter
You lose sleep over the tabloids
And your mom's on your case
And your dad's getting mad,
These smoke clouds are messing with your head
Looking at yourself in the mirror
You want to be a bullfighter
Like they do in Santa Fe, like they do in Hollywood
And with this excuse, hey man, you’re not studying anymore
Oh! bullfighter!
You’ve got that sombrero on your head
Saying you’re Spanish, but that’s not true
That maracas in your bag are ready to dance
Mixing bolero
With samba and cha-cha-cha
Hey bullfighter
With those sideburns from South America
With a hitman from Havana
And that shirt of yours, why?
Bullfighter, bullfighter, olé
You’ve got those short, short pants,
That tight little ass
Or that curly hair in front
People are laughing behind you, but you don’t care
You feel like Marlon Brando
Just strutting away
Through the streets of Santa Fe
Through the streets of Hollywood
And your girl doesn’t want you anymore
Oh! bullfighter...