hello out there, the track is bare, we're going to race tonight
the tension grows, as the gun explodes, and the horsies all take flight
hey don't you drop that rider's crop, or pull that horse's mane..
he's one one more! he's five foot four! oh what's that jockey's name?

oh the little jockey's name, is a foreign one again,
and the little jockey's name I can't say without pain..

triactor......

seen from the back, just tails and cracks, the fillies run tonite
the geldings know, it's their turn to go, when the jockeys are uptight
at the gate again, under little men, who's spanish sweat will run
across their backs to ther little packs, just above their funny name

oh the little jockey's name, is a foreign one again,
and the little jockey's name I can't say without pain..

ok.. the longshot..

oh take me where we ride old mares, and jockeys are real tall
with rosy cheeks, and some english speak, and a pair of fuzzy balls
and the derby cup is then filld up with beer and suds again
we all win! that jockey's "Gwynn" it's the last white jockey's name

oh the little jockey's name, is a foreign one again,
and the little jockey's name I can't say without pain..