Once again I find myself in the betting shop
Spending money I haven't got
Most of my horses have fallen or come nowhere
Screwing up another betting slip I start to swear
I only have a few quid left, so I decide to go
Until from the corner of my eye I see a dog race at Walthamstow
The dogs name is called ‘I'm just not into you'
So scribble down a £5 to win on trap 2
The dogs are in the traps and the hares about to run
My dogs left flat foot footed by the speedy number 1
Dog 3 smacks into dog 4
And the pair go crashing to the sandy floor
This collision has created a path for my dog to run
And soon it passes past dog 5 and is now just behind dog 1
At the final bend my dog shows some speed
And soon eases itself into the lead
But hold on? Where has dog 6 sprung from?
As he races fast and finishes strong
Come on dog 2 hold on my son
And with dog 2 and dog 6 finishing so close I don't know whose won?
The man next to me says he doesn't know
And then I hear the race has gone to a photo
And over the speaker I here “and the race goes to..”