Act 1 No. 4
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No. 4 - Song - Carajolo and Chorus
| Carajolo: | I'm the glory and pride of the land of Spain, |
| Chorus: | Ta-ran-ta-ra-tan-ta-ra-ta. |
| Carajolo: | A monarch of men with a mighty train, |
| Chorus: | Ta-ran-ta-ra-tan-ta-ra-ta. |
| Carajolo: | When I appear and I slay the Bull, With ladies' roses the ring is full. They cast their fans and their hearts before The Toreadorable toreador! O-la! O-la! |
| Chorus: | Ta-ran-ta-ra-ta. |
| Carajolo: | O-la! O-la! |
| Chorus: | Ta-ran-ta-ra-ta. O-la! O-la! O-la! O-la! O-la! Ta-ran-ta-ra-tan-ra-ra-ta-ra-ta. |
| Carajolo: | Oh, for I am the Toreador! I am famous on every shore, There is no one that's worshipped more In the palace, or in the posada; For the ladies will blush before The adorable Toreador, And a welcome the ring will roar To its hero, the gallant Espada. |
| Carajolo: | There is no one on earth to match my fame, |
| Chorus: | Ta-ran-ta-ra-tan-ta-ra-ta. |
| Carajolo: | The bravest of men at the boldest game! |
| Chorus: | Ta-ran-ta-ra-tan-ta-ra-ta. |
| Carajolo: | The soldier hides in the ground to slay And unseen enemy miles away; But hand to horn is the deadly war Of the Toreadorable toreador! O-la! O-la! |
| Chorus: | Ta-ran-ta-ra-ta. |
| Carajolo: | O-la! O-la! |
| Chorus: | Ta-ran-ta-ra-ta. O-la! O-la! O-la! O-la! O-la! Ta-ran-ta-ra-tan-ra-ra-ta-ra-ta. |
| Carajolo: | Oh, for I am the Toreador! I am famous on every shore, There is no one that's worshipped more In the palace, or in the posada; For the ladies will blush before The adorable Toreador, And a welcome the ring will roar To its hero, the gallant Espada. |
| Chorus: | For he is the Toreador! He is famous on every shore, There is no one that's worshipped more In the palace, or in the posada; For the ladies will blush before The adorable Toreador, And a welcome the ring will roar To its hero, the gallant Espada. |
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British Musical Theatre | The Toreador
Page modified 16 April 2017