Now, now boys
Stop fighting!
Have you ever
Heard of such a thing.
And not a whisper
Out of Fierceness....
And so it goes
The favorite died
At the gate....
Did not even surface
Came in next to last
Just ahead of
Grand mo
Number 17 was 15th
Sad, so sad...
My bet was on 11
I just liked his style
He flew all the way
From Japan
To my country
Never had a horse
From Japan before
We had two of them
This year
Usually it is those Arabs
Who attempt to get into
Our little show
On Churchill Downs
And they have won
As well,
Poor little guy
So quick was he
That he got trampled
The guy next to him
Swung right in front
Of his face
Not even out of the stall
And wham got it front side
And then the crowd
Was so thick
And so fierce
That he had to catch
His breath
By swinging outside
Where he was meet
By this guy
Whose master
Paid over two million
For his hide
As a baby
Got to get out
Of the crowd
Got to get to that
Line or he will
Be mad!
Get out of my way!
Bite!
Hey!
I flew 35, 000
Milles to get to this place
Watch it!
Hey referees!
Help!
Got to keep face
We are Japanese
Cant tell them
Most unhappy
Just keep going...
Where the hell
Did that guy
Come from?
Who are you?
Sneaking up behind
The two fighters
Is Mystic Dan
Got a good head
Got a good man
In the stalls
Not going to disappoint
Get out of my way
Slide right on up
And he the guy on top
Knows what he is doing
Stretch, stretch those noses
Out, out there
Photo finish
All three boys
Were right at the mark
One guy got swallowed
Up between two others
Couldn't get his head up
Or his nose out in front
They go by noses
And not by feet or hooves
Too bad
Forever young
Was the first to break
Free of the crowd
Went to the outside
Which is the furthest
To the line
While Mystic
Got the inside route
Less foot falls
And shorter to the mark
Got to have his roses
And 3 million
Of the five million purse
Just get me one
Of those rose bud mint julep's
They come in a gold cup
His trophy was 24 carrots
Well I just want a reminder
Anyone?
No one went to the races?
Even Trump
Ran to Florida for the weekend
Everyone's money
Wasa on 17
But 2, 3, 11
Those were the numbers
On your tickets
That you wanted
Just to place
Much less win
Who thought
Of those Gassaway's
Winning?
Can you believe it?
Only one guy was on hand
To stick that mike
Into his face
He let his cousin
Do the honors
With his hands firmly
On his daughters shoulders
Almost too much to believe
Hey you guys?
Who are you to us?
Now we got all those
Bookies mad at us!
How we going to do business?
Jeez Louise!
We actually live in the neighborhood.
The announcers had gone silent
First time ever
I heard a group of school girls
Get it fast
They just let the air right out
Of them watching the start
Thier guaranteed winner
Just disappeared
Into the crowd of dust
Hope the jockey
Does not suddenly
Retire to the Bahamas
Or something
Too bad, too bad
For all of you
Who spent your last dollar
My mother grew up around
The races
And dragged us kids into it
Some of us even trained
To ride before getting to tall
Watered and feed
Those boys
Only to have Jimmy come along
And steal them
Or worse
And if Adelhead gets in the way
Will someone just mow
Her down
She has lived way to long
At other peoples expense
My mother took
My entire savings
And sunk it into the job
I was in the back
When the last race
Of the century was running
Yelling at them
Its my entire bank account
Just take the ticket
Honey and shut up
Cat Thief
Is what it said
Charismatic was the winner
Mother!
Never got past the door
Immediately jabbed in the arm
They had to carry me out
The time I remember
Going to the races
Unless some idiot took my back
And I just don't recall
All that mickying and ruffing
Is bad for my nerves
And my kidneys
Don't want to tell you
What I have been doing since
Bankruptcy court
Is what she put me through
And then Jimmy
Said I was done period
Just wanted me locked up
For no reason
And anything at all.
Hey does anyone remember
1999
Where did that cat come in?
Little bit suspicious
About all these antics
My grandmother used
To do the announcing
She knew how to describe
A race better than
Reagan and his little dog
What the hell was going on
In the announcers booth?
Did they have to call
An ambulance?
Hmm, still want to know
Where my ticket went
All those purses that
Keep getting stolen
Enough to make a girl
Have a nervous breakdown....
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