Eight Seconds To Glory

The hustle and bustle as I get ready to ride     
My leather chaps at my side   
The announcer telling stories about my ride     
About the only bull that no one can ride    
Yeah you guessed it    
The bulls name is Rawhide    
Two thousand pounds of muscle and bones    
Right along with its two foot length massive horns    
Snot running out his nose  
Slinging it back on my toes    
As I get strapped in for one hell of a ride    
The sweat is dripping from above my eyes    
I knod my head and away we go     
The shoot gate opens and there he blows    
Twisting and turning with unbelievable force    
Hell no this isn't no horse    
Hanging on with all my might    
Being whipped around almost like a ragdoll in flight    
Man what a fight    
I hear the whistle but cant let go    
Now  
I'm just riding for show    
Thats right bull  
Me and you are not done tangling    
Theres no way your gunna leave me dangling    
But you do  
And toss me off of you    
As I hit the ground and then look up at you    
I toss my cowboy hat into the air giving you a very long stare    
But you had nothing with that    
And came running back    
The clowns try to steer you clear    
 But you just horn them in the rear    
Coming straight toward me in high gear    
Here you come I start to run  
You just lower your head like you're having fun  
You catch up to me on the run  
Tossing me up and into the fans    
OUCH.(RUBBING MY BACK)  
That wasn't a part of my plans