Knock Knockin, who's there?
Matado at the door; knocking till midnight.
Sell his soul to hell, he lost the bull fight.
Nothing's okay; everything's no-kay?
Between the matador and his wife.
He's still knocking until the early morning. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/h/hot_hot_heat/matador_at_the_door.html ]
