anwaya

She was a racing horse south of Picton way 

Then she hit the big time in the USA.

And if she could only hear me

This is what I’d say

Oh, Crumpie pie

You are driving me crazy

I’m in love but I’m lazy

So won’t you please come home?

Oh, Crumpie pie, my position is tragic

Come and show me the magic

Of your Belmont Downs stride

You became a legend of the racing scene

And now the thought of meeting you

Makes me weak in the knee

Oh, Crumpie Pie, you are making me very low

Sail across Lake Ontario

To be where you belong

Crumpie Pie, come back to me

(Ooh, yeah

I like it like that, oh ah)

(I like this kind of hot kind of music

Hot kind of music

Play it to me, play it to me, Belmont Park blues)

Will the wind that blew her boat across the Bay

Kindly send her sailing back to me?

Hey, hey, hey

Now, Crumpie Pie, you are making me crazy

I'm in love but I'm lazy

So, won't you please come home?

Come, come back to me, Crumpie Pie

Ooh, oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Crumpie Pie, Crumpie Pie

After Honey Pie by Lennon and McCartney.

I'd sing this to her while Nancy soaked her hooves in epsom salts.

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# posted by anwaya : 9:41 AM