Queen In The Sport Of Kings

You had us fooled little lady on the street wearing deathly grey and shuffling your feet With your eyes fixed on the footpath we’d often say hello But your mind was on a replay of a story long ago verse 2 Seventeen she was like all the stars that shined The prettiest of all in a touring Chorus line When she was dancing she was riding on the sky From Australia to New Zealand she kicked her heals up high Why did she let that man steal her from the wings She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast To cheer the winning satins past the post verse 3 A man trained all the good horses see the pictures on the wall Pictures in the kitchen and pictures in the hall Horses that were famous all the time without a fear O’Conner was the big time the trainer of the year Why did she let that man steal her from the wings She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast To cheer the winning satins past the post verse 4 Would she keep on dancing surely nature gest She posts the big-time punters and the squatters from out west They land home in their limousine and drink a whisky dry And brag about the nags from Scone to Boggabri Why did she let that man steal her from the wings She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast To cheer the winning satins past the post Verse 5 She had us fooled little lady on the street wearing deathly grey and shuffling her feet With her eyes fixed on the footpath we’d often say hello But her mind was on a replay of a story long ago