Текст песни The Shepton Mallet Matador

Now Jacko was so happy, just workin' on the farm,
With the cows and the chickens, he couldn't do no harm.
For years and years he worked and he scraped and he saved,
To take one day the holiday he craved.
But now he'll never be the same again,
Since he took that holiday in Spain....

Chorus: Oh Ho, make way for that Timsbury torero,
Olé for that Somerset senor!
He's a real West Country Caballero,
The Shepton Mallet Matador!

Now the boys in the village all think it's very queer,
The way that Jacko drinks wine instead of beer;
And they say he swapped his favourite cider jar
For a bottle of sherry and a thirty-bob guitar!

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Now the pigs and chickens are diggin' up the dirt,
When Jacko comes wavin' his old red flannel shirt;The Wurzels - The Shepton Mallet Matador - http://ru.motolyrics.com/the-wurzels/the-shepton-mallet-matador-lyrics.html
And he's always chasin' round the old red cow,
'Cos he thinks that he's a real bullfighter now!

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Now on the farm when you hear hoots and howls,
It's Jacko playin' Flamenco with the fowls
And every time he clicks those castanets,
Instead of eggs, the hens lay omelettes!

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Now the farmer's missus went wild with delight
When Jacko serenaded her last night,
And the farmer stopped him singin' Ceilito Lindo
With a bucket of summat he threw from a bedroom window!

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La la la la la la la, Viva Chew Magna!
La la la la la la la, the Shepton Mallet Matador!