The Shady Dame From Seville

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, da, da
There was once a shady dame from Seville
Used to wander 'roud the town dressed to kill
And men, if they dared, stood and stared
When she passed their way
The lady knocked 'em out
But there’s no doubt
'Cause they’d shout, «Olé» all day
Seville isn’t that much to shout about
But when she was out traffic stood still
Dressed like a vamp or a Pamplona tramp
She could stampede the menfolk at will
One day came a world famous matador
Rat-tat at her door, bearing a rose
If he distressed her, disturbing her siesta
It’s best to say nobody knows
The rest of the tale’s not a pretty one
Pity one isn’t for sale, only two ears and a tail
Did they find by the blind on her sill
No one knows what became of the shady dame
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, ah, a-ha
Ah, ah
The shady dame
From Seville
«Olé!»