Torero
Connie Francis Lyrics


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Tu pierde 'o suonno 'ncoppe giurnalette
E mamme te minaccia
E patete s'arrangia.

Te fanno gira' a' capa sti
fumette,
Guardannote 'into' 'o specchio
Vuoi fare il toreador
Comme fanno a santafe',
Comme fanno ad
ollivud"
E cu' sta scusa, oi ni, nun studie cchiu'!...
He! torero!

Te si' piazzato 'ncapo stu sombrero,
Dice che si' spagnuolo e nun e' overo
Che nacchere 'in ta sacca vai a balla'
Mescolando bolero e
cia'-cia' " chi vuo' 'mbruglia'!
He! torero!

Cu' sti basette a' sudamericano
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!...
Torero,torero, ole!

I met him on a bus in barcelona
We kinda got to talkin'
But he did all to talkin'

I asked him what he did in barcelona
In sunny barcelona
And this is what he said
You are fortunate my friend

Of this there is no doubt
For every where i go the peaple shout
Torero!
Make way for don josé the great torero

In spain i am a famous caballero
I fight the bravest bull in all the land
With flip of the hip
Of the music of the band

I cha,
The bull is so confused because i cha cha
I never kill him, only if he gets in my way
Torero, torero, ole!





I never kill him, only if he gets in my way
Torero, torero, ole!

Overall Meaning

The song "Torero" by Connie Francis depicts a man trying to impress others by posing as a torero, a bullfighter. The first verse talks about how he is losing sleep over his desire to become a torero and impress those around him. His mother threatens him, and he tries to keep up his appearance to make himself seem like an authentic torero. However, this image is not entirely genuine, and he is described as wearing a sombrero and pretending to be Spanish. Despite the fact that he is not really a torero, he claims to be one, justifying his lack of knowledge by asking how people in places like Santa Fe and Hollywood possess it.


In the second verse, the man describes the accoutrements he wears to appear as a South American torero, including a mustache and a machete. As he confidently struts his stuff and dances to bolero and cia'-cia', the onlookers shout Torero in admiration. The final verse describes Connie's encounter with the man on a bus in Barcelona. The man claims to be a famous torero named Don José and informs her that he always cha-chas to confuse the bull and does not kill it unless it gets in his way.


Line by Line Meaning

Tu pierde 'o suonno 'ncoppe giurnalette
You lose your sleep at night


E mamme te minaccia
And your mother threatens you


E patete s'arrangia.
And you have to manage your fears.


Te fanno gira' a' capa sti fumette,
These cigarettes make your head spin


Guardannote 'into' 'o specchio
Looking at yourself in the mirror


Vuoi fare il toreador
You want to be a bullfighter


Comme fanno a santafe',
Like they do in Santa Fe


Comme fanno ad ollivud"
Like they do in Hollywood


E cu' sta scusa, oi ni, nun studie cchiu'!...
So stop making excuses and give up!


He! torero!
Hey! Bullfighter!


Te si' piazzato 'ncapo stu sombrero,
You've put on this hat


Dice che si' spagnuolo e nun e' overo
And say you're Spanish, which is not true


Che nacchere 'in ta sacca vai a balla'
You're just a guy who likes to dance with empty pockets


Mescolando bolero e cia'-cia' " chi vuo' 'mbruglia'!
Mixing Bolero and cha-cha or whatever you like!


Cu' sti basette a' sudamericano
With South American style sideburns


Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!...
And a Havana cigar and a toothpick in his mouth!


Torero,torero, ole!
Bullfighter, bullfighter, ole!


I met him on a bus in barcelona
I met him on a bus in Barcelona


We kinda got to talkin'
We started talking


But he did all to talkin'
But he did all the talking


In spain i am a famous caballero
In Spain, I am a famous gentleman


I fight the bravest bull in all the land
I fight the bravest bull in the country


With flip of the hip
With a flip of my hip


Of the music of the band
To the beat of the band music


I cha,
I cha-cha


The bull is so confused because i cha cha
The bull is confused because I'm cha-chaing


I never kill him, only if he gets in my way
I never kill the bull, only if it attacks me first


Torero, torero, ole!
Bullfighter, bullfighter, ole!




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