About the ponies they were always wrong,
the old geezers down at Bruegel’s bar,
but I kept waiting for a miracle and standing them beers.
I figured it couldn’t be all baloney, they’d been around so long.
Sal with his poker-table
tips he gets from a guy whose sister’s kid
can’t hold a job and hangs around the course,
so sometimes they let him hose down a stable.
And now it’s Bow-Tie’s got this problem with his ear,
and it’s making him dizzy, and that means the horse
is gonna scratch. Then Frank
gets all excited, says Licorice is in the clear
now the rabbit’s scratched, it’s money in the bank,
Ripcord’s a closer, no way he wins—
it don’t matter if he’s three-to-two—
believe me, right now (he says) where we stand,
we got better odds of seeing that horse and
his rider do a slow fall out of the blue.