The Spaniard That Blighted My Life Composer(s): Billy Merson Performer(s): Billy Merson and multiple other artists
List to me while I tell you Of the Spaniard that blighted my life List to me while I tell you Of the man who pinched my future wife
'Twas at the bull fight where we met him We'd been watching his daring display And while I went out for some nuts and a programme The dirty dog stole her away
Oh yes! Oh yes! But I've sworn that I'll have my revenge!
If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw! I'll find this bullfighter, I will And when I catch the bounder The blighter I'll kill He shall die! He shall die! He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti! He shall die! He shall die! For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion If I catch him bending tonight!
Yes, when I catch Spagoni He will wish that he'd never been born And for this special reason My stiletto I've fetched out of pawn
It cost me five shillings to fetch it This expense it has caused me much pain But the pawnbroker's promised when I've killed Spagoni He'll take it in pawn once again
Oh yes! Oh yes! So tonight there will be dirty work
If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw! I'll find this bullfighter, I will And when I catch the bounder The blighter I'll kill He shall die! He shall die! He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti! He shall die! He shall die! For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion If I catch him bending tonight!
I tracked him to London And he gave me the slip once again And they told me this morning That he'd doubled and gone back to Spain
But whatever it costs me I'll catch him Then no more will he give me the slip With my last one and ninepence on Sunday I'm going to Spain by the Sunday League Trip
Oh yes! Oh yes! And then the dark deed will be done
If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw! I'll find this bullfighter, I will And when I catch the bounder The blighter I'll kill He shall die! He shall die! He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti! He shall die! He shall die! For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion If I catch him bending tonight!
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