Fernando - he was the matador He was so proud and elegant That was what the girls loved him for When he was a little boy His childhood's sad His mother's dead And now he is the espada of corrida de torros Fernando, face to face With el torro, Fernando runs And the muletta dies in the dust of the arena Fernando runs with el torro The vuelta al ruedo Deprived and chased away The ruedo, his disgrace Ripped medias And he lost his zapatillas And his father cries as Fernando begs For his shoes, his zapatillas Oh maria my faithful sister Please darn my broken muletta Fernando Face to face, with el torro Fernando runs And the muletta dies in the dust of the arena Fernando runs with el torro The vuelta al ruedo Fernando runs The vuelta al ruedo Oh Fernando was the bullfighter, he was the guy that no bull fought for sure He was the bullfighter, he died beside a dusted bull in the bull's arena He died beside a dusted bull In the bull's arena