I reckon you've heard stories how, in old Pamplona, Spain, 
the men and Spanish bulls play them a game? 
  In old Pamplona, Texas, men and Texas bulls go out, 
and they do somethin' pretty much the same. 

In Spain I've heard some rumors that, in runnin' with the bulls, 
  they maybe use some medicine to numb 'em. 
But these ol' Texas Longhorns are all wide awake and mean. 
and cowboys don't run with 'em, they run from 'em. 

Lefty J. McBlunk, who was once our town's  main drunk, 
decides he'd like to go and make that run. 
No, he won't go run in Spain, he'll just run right here at home, 
and have himself some Texas bull-run fun. 

On the day of the event, Lefty's at the sign-up table, 
and he sees Matilda Mathews settin' there. 
Matilda's taking signatures, and says just where you'll run, 
and Lefty tries sincerely not to stare. 

Y'see, he thinks Matilda is about the sweetest girl 
that any man could ever hope to meet. 
"Why Lefty!" she exclaims, "I'm so pleased to see you here!" 
And Lefty's face turns redder than a beet. 

Then he purty nearly faints, when he hears a cowboy scream. 
It seems a Longhorn's throwed 'im from the rink. 
Matilda says, "Oh, Lefty, I know you're mind's made up, 
but won't you please just give it one more think?" 

Lefty's plain unnerved when he starts to think about 
the pain that runnin' with them bulls might bring. 
When Matilda takes his hand, Lefty sighs real big and says, 
"For you, ma'am, I'll not run, I'll watch the thing."

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