| Lyrics: | Freaks! Freaks! Freaks!
We are the jockeys, jockeys are we
We live underground in a
fiberglass tree.
Ho! Who! He!
We nerthe and help, we rain supreme,
On toadstools
grown by a chocolate stream.
But all is not well in jockey town.
Your renegade horse is
making us frown.
What do you want me to do?
Your horse must lose!
My horse must lose?
No win! No show! No place!
Just lose, the stinkin' race.
And what if I refuse to
lose?
We'll eat your brains!
My horse must lose! |
