|Not In The Joke|
We recorded this for a television show that was broadcast live from the Flemington race track during Melbourne Cup week. Unfortunately, the racing big-wigs were "not in the joke" and it caused a bit of a stink. The faces of some of the people around us were hilarious though, particularly the TV people who didn't ask us back the next year.
In between races his colours were changed.
Three jockeys talked low and the stakes were arranged
Of the big betting slingback each one got a third,
But by chance an apprentice their plans overheard
And laughingly said unless they cut him in
The weight he was claiming would let his nag win
It's mid-week bush meetings send honest men broke
For you're not in the hunt if you're not in the joke
The three jockeys laughed at the young upstart's gall
And said he presented no danger at all
His nag was a bolter and with the lad up, no doubt
It would race for five furlongs then tire itself out
And come home with the ambulance. All were agreed.
So why divvy four ways when there was no need
The youngster, while taking these insults to heart
Had also learned something so right from the start
He rode on a short rein, maintaining his grip
With never a touch of the heel or the whip
He held back that gelding with all of his strength
At the turn the big chestnut was third by a length
Down the straight with a fast flying field on his tail
He went for the doctor in close to the rail
Catching the leaders and forcing inside
Saying, "Now how about it! Who says I can't ride?"
The whole group moved over and let the lad through
Saying, "Go for your life, lad. The money's on you!"