You had us fooled little lady on the street
wearing deathly grey and shuffling your feet
With your eyes fixed on the footpath we?d often say hello
But your mind was on a replay of a story long ago
verse 2
Seventeen she was like all the stars that shined
The prettiest of all in a touring Chorus line
When she was dancing she was riding on the sky
From Australia to New Zealand she kicked her heals up high
Why did she let that man steal her from the wings
She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings
To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast
To cheer the winning satins past the post
verse 3
A man trained all the good horses see the pictures on the wall
Pictures in the kitchen and pictures in the hall
Horses that were famous all the time without a fear
O?Conner was the big time the trainer of the year
Why did she let that man steal her from the wings
She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings
To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast
To cheer the winning satins past the post
verse 4
Would she keep on dancing surely nature gest
She posts the big-time punters and the squatters from out west
They land home in their limousine and drink a whisky dry
And brag about the nags from Scone to Boggabri
Why did she let that man steal her from the wings
She looked so good beside him be a Queen in a sport of Kings
To sip the good old bubbly be a punters toast
To cheer the winning satins past the post
Verse 5
She had us fooled little lady on the street
wearing deathly grey and shuffling her feet
With her eyes fixed on the footpath we?d often say hello
But her mind was on a replay of a story long ago