Bareback upon a bourgeois pony
I’m riding with no hands
My eyes are glued to the Holy Grail
And my ascendant deformed fans
I’ve told him time and time again
Just how to get his way
But what does a one-trick pony care
When he’s the one that got away?
Just one dropp of his bloodlust
And I’m blinded by ambition
I’m craving blue rosettes tonight
Cause the crowd screams for sedition
Breaking through the Big Top roof
It’s such a long, long way to fall
But I’ll be fine if I just keep smiling
And holding tight till curtain call
Bowing with the Marxist pony’s head
That’s all folks, thanks for coming
But under the malicious gaping sky
I’m still marching to the red drumming
So, until we meet again Red pony
Many congrats on your scheme
But while ladies everywhere lust after you
You certainly aren’t this young girl’s dream.