| Take me to the Matador | |
| He will know just what it's for | |
| He will help me with my life | |
| He will open ev'ry door | |
| When the bull is in the ring | |
| I need all the help you can | |
| And the Mariachis sing | |
| With the lonely mandolin | |
| See those people shout out loud | |
| Give me more and give me more | |
| And I'm thinkin' to myself | |
| Take me to the Matador | |
| Take me to the Matador | |
| He will fill and ease my soul | |
| He will give me confidence | |
| When I think I've lost control | |
| He will help me with my Muse | |
| In the age of win and lose | |
| With the ancient cup and swords | |
| And a hundred Spanish lords | |
| See one thousands violins | |
| Golden trumpets soar on high | |
| Waves and waves of joyful hymns | |
| Silver sonnets reach the sky | |
| Fight the battles and the blues | |
| Wars of love and wars of art | |
| Tonight the cape is what I choose | |
| Goya's in my Spanish heart | |
| He will help me with my love | |
| Dance the dance that lovers do | |
| Rhumba with the velvet glove | |
| 'Neath the Barcelona moon | |
| See one thousands violins | |
| Golden trumpets soar on high | |
| Waves and waves of joyful hymns | |
| Silver sonnets rech the sky | |
| Take me to the Matador |