Oh Big Philou, he's addicted, he just wants more
After running 800 furlongs, he just wants to score
Manikato, he just can't let go of his heinous addiction
Anyone tell you Phar Lap's a junkie, buddy that ain't fiction
They shoot heroin, don't they?
White light, a dead heat
I'm waiting for my Manikato
Shoot heroin, shoot heroin, don't they?
All those four-legged equine
Versions of Barlow and Chambers
What was Silver speeding on
When he was under the Lone Ranger?
They shoot heroin, don't they?
White light, a dead heat
I've got the jockey on my back
Shoot heroin, shoot heroin, don't they?

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