Analysis of 8 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