Maximillian Mouse - Rolf Harris

I am a mouse called Maximillian Mouse

And I live in my Maximillian Mouse house

I’m very well bred, I’m pure Castillian mouse

And I come from a long, long, long, long, long

Long line of Castillian mouses

Ole

But it always has been perilous

Crossing the arena to the supermarkets

Where I buy my cheese

It’s regularly perilous

When I think of bull fights

There’s a quaking in my knees

I’ve always had a taste for colorful things

And this day I was wearing my red

Cortocaportocontrezbutonizonalado

E sulapa ancocobosiasacadelamanorajo et

Plato del toros dressing gown

I must confess I’ve been in gullible rings

For the bull, when he saw what I wore

Came rushing at me

Ol

Ole

But if you think

That because I am small

I am puny

You are wrong

I stood my ground

I did not move

I could not move

The picador’s horse was standing on my tail

So swiftly I turned and I nipped him in the fetlocks

He was most embarrassed

But for the moment I was free

I pirouette to safety and the bull thunders past me

Brrrah

Then, I hear the trumpet call for the death

I have resolved to dispatch Senor Toros

With the classic pass of the dead one

The crowd screamed, «No, no»

But I plant my feet firmly, one and two

Three, four

Then from ten yards away

I called the bull to me, Toros

He comes rushing towards me

I tripped him

I am a mouse called Maximillian Mouse

And I live in my Maximillian Mouse house

I’m very well bred, I’m pure Castillian mouse

And I come from a long, long, long, long, long

Long line of bullfighting mouses

Ole