Lyrics:

The crowds and clouds are gathering near
Lady Luck is in my ear
I've had a couple of jars to ease my mind
The score is on and I'm on the line
Seven hundred down on ol' Malone
If I lose, I'm dead when I get home
He's pacing his steps, his ready for his run
I'll be up a ton, if I win this one
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Bring a hat, bring a scarf
Bring a brolly, bring a mac
Bring a wee drop of goodness
And a warm anorak
At the side of the road
You'd better stand back
Let's roll 'em, roll 'em, roll 'em, roll 'em
Roll 'em 'fore the rain comes in
Car coats, cloth caps, Wellington work boots
Red, green, blue and yellow polyester track suits
Trailers and the tractors are trying to get through
If you're gaggin' for a 'jimmy', the hedge will have to do!
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Hoppin' down the road the cannonball's flyin'
Twenty-eight ounces of steel and iron
Clouds are here, I'll take that bet;
The judges and the gypsies are gonna get wet!
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It's chucking down buckets are we gonna keep going?
Hurley's out ahead, he wants to keep throwing
Malone's got to catch up with him somehow
I'll be down and out if he quits now
Up to our necks in the water and mud
In the trees there's rumors we're off to the pub
Last shot's away, we start to run
I hope it's good and I hope I won!
Chorus