Lyrics

all of the glass and porcelain dolls
all the antiques in the old shops
you can look but don't touch
they'll be yours if they drop

all of the young tourists
in the sunshine and sunglasses
a scarf of red hanging on
down the cobblestones through the old part of town

the running of the bull

everything here is free
the celebration, the protesting
it's all entertainment to me
wave the daily news at the bulls and the nudes

the running of the bull

the passing on of generations
may we all be blessed, may we all do our best