Out of the shoot he sits tall as the timber One hand on the horse and one hand on the sky Eight seconds later he lands in the money And winning's a feeling that money can't buy The kids love a hero...
If you stumble through a spider's web while walking by the moat, lost in orange velvet and a mental overload, and you're cursing at the moon above 'cos all he does is gloat, while you're searching for...