A bull as fierce as a fire
Can't even be stopped by a briar.
The rider braver than a lot
Even though he sleeps on a cot.
Its madness so bloody red
Its eyes are full of dread.
The lump of its beige body so bony,
It won't take a phony.
The blackness of his hat, the color of his flesh;
He knows this bull is fresh.
Hearing only the ringing of the bell
Praying not to be airmail.
Dark boots, dark chaps, blue shirt, black spurs.
Make this bull give wild curves.
His free hand in the air
This bull doesn't give him a scare.
This cowboy wants a slice,
Of the bull Vanilla Ice
With the quickness of a cat, Only Miles can ride like that.