Maximillian Mouse Songtext
von 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 Castilian Mouse
And I come from a long, long, long, long
Long, long, long line of Castilian Mouses
Olé!
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 bullfights
There's a quaking in my knees
I've always had a taste for colorful things
And this day I was wearing my red corto capotta
Con tres botones una lada
Y solapa anca con bosillas a cada lado
Manorago el plata del toros dressing gown
I must confess, I′ve been in duller bullrings
For the bull, when he saw what I wore
Came rushing at me


Olé!
But you think 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
Then, I hear the trumpet call for the death
I have resolved to dispatch Señor Toros
With the classic pass of the dead one
The crowd screams, "No! No!"
But, I plant my feet firmly, one and two, three and four
Then from ten yards away I call the bull to me
Ha! Toros!
He comes rushing towards me
Oomph, pah!
I tripped him
I am a mouse, Sir Maximillian Mouse
And I live in my Maximillian Mouse House
I'm very well bred, I′m pure Castilian Mouse
And I come from a long, long, long, long
Long, long, long line of bullfighting mouses
Olé!