C           G                C
Once upon a time there was a little white bull
C          G              C
Very sad because he was a little white bull (little white bull)
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All the black bulls called him a coward just 'cos he was white
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Only black bulls go to the bullring only black bulls fight 
C                 G         C
When he asked his mama if a little white bull (little white bull)
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Ever had a chance of turning black
    F             C
His mama said you silly little bull
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You're a pretty little bull you're my little bull
   F                   C                   G          C    F C G C
So please don't ask me why little bull you just ain't black 
 
Verse 2 
C                G            C
But this did not satisfy that little white bull (little white bull)
C           G               C
He was an exception to that little white rule (little white rule)
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Everyday alone in the meadow he'd find things to charge
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Till one day he really imagined that his horns were large 
C                   G                  C
Bold as brass right there and then the little white bull (little white bull)
F                 E               Am
Quickly found the nearest road to town
    F                  C
And people said what a funny little bull 
       G                       C
What a fluffy little bull he's our little bull 
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He marched along a proud little bull and hit the town
 
Bridge
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It was the day of the bullfight all the town were there
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Waiting to see the famous matador
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Trumpeters sounded a fanfare tam ta da dam tam tara 
Cm                          G#                  G
Out from the throats of the crowd came a mighty roar 
Cm       Bb          G#                G
Into the ring to the shout of a great ole
Cm         Bb          G#                 G
Came the parade all prepared for a mighty fray 
G                                                    
Matadors and picadors and toreadors 
G
And who do you think as well 

Verse 3 
C                G                  C
Trotting right behind them came the little white bull (little white bull)
C                    G               C
How they laughed out loud to see the little white bull (little white bull)
F                   Em          Dm               C
Trotting 'round the giant arena with his head up high
F            Em                D               G
Till the matador in the centre caught his tiny eye
C                 G               C
Charging right up to him went the little white bull (little white bull)
F                  E               Am
Charging twice and charging once again
    F             C
The matador cried toro little bull
       G                          C
You're not a little bull you're a brave little bull 
       F          C                     G       C
You're gonna be a great little bull the best in Spain 
         F                 C
Then the crowd all shouted toro little bull 
       G                          C
You're not a little bull you're a brave little bull 
       F          C                     G       C
You're gonna be a great little bull the best in Spain 

Outro 
   F                                    C
So if you've got a little bull that's a white little bull
     G                      C
It's quite possible that it might be the bull
           G       C
That's the best in Spain