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Cyborg Horse
The 3.15 from Pontefract
Strange men making signals with their flags
Posh ladies in swanky hats
And little tiny jockeys on their fleabitten nags
They all think they will win the race
But I'll wipe the smug grins off their face
They've little notion of the power my steed can unleash
He is resilient, intelligent and speedy
He goes far quicklier than any other gee-gee
He's powered by a thermonucleonic source
There is nothing quite as awesome as my Cyborg horse
He was designed by that bloke
The one who works at Reading University
You know, that Kevin Whatsisname
Who fastens electronic chips under his skin
Half horse and half machine
He's got metal joints like Barry Sheene
I love it how the other jockeys all get jealous of his brilliance
He's won the National, he's conquered the St Ledgers
He has no difficulty jumping over hedges
Instead of hooves he has propellers there of course
There is nothing quite as groovy as my Cyborg Horse
OK, his wiring is a bit experimental
His beastly soul makes him a little temperamental
He's killed a man or two with minimal remorse
So you better keep your mittens off my Cyborg horse
Words by Waen Shepherd 2004
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Written for BBC Radio 2's The Day the Music Died
Original transmission 24.07.04
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