LYRICS
CYBORG HORSE
The 3.15 from Pontefract
Strange men making signals with their flags
Posh ladies in swanky hats
And little tiny jockeys on their fleabitten nags
They all think they will win the race
But I’ll wipe the smug grins off their face
They’ve little notion of the power my steed can unleash
He is resilient, intelligent and speedy
He goes far quicklier than any other gee-gee
He’s powered by a thermonucleonic source
There is nothing quite as awesome as my Cyborg horse
He was designed by that bloke
The one who works at Reading University
You know, that Kevin Whatsisname
Who fastens electronic chips under his skin
Half horse and half machine
He’s got metal joints like Barry Sheene
I love it how the other jockeys all get jealous of his brilliance
He’s won the National, he’s conquered the St Ledgers
He has no difficulty jumping over hedges
Instead of hooves he has propellers there of course
There is nothing quite as groovy as my Cyborg Horse
OK, his wiring is a bit experimental
His beastly soul makes him a little temperamental
He’s killed a man or two with minimal remorse
So you better keep your mittens off my Cyborg horse
Why Doesn’t Anyone Buy Singles?
Technology
Invasion of the Pop Snatchers
The Chinese Ghost of Christmas
Look at My Bum
Teenagers of the Revolution
The Cowboy Astronaut of Mother’s Day
Goodbye 2003
Fun Fun Fun Fun Fun
Cyborg Horse
Harlequin
I Take Rugs
Tour Song
Something Better
The Day the Music Died (2003-04)
All songs written and recorded for the BBC Radio 2 show,
The Day the Music Died
LYRICS
CYBORG HORSE
The 3.15 from Pontefract
Strange men making signals with their flags
Posh ladies in swanky hats
And little tiny jockeys on their fleabitten nags
They all think they will win the race
But I’ll wipe the smug grins off their face
They’ve little notion of the power
My steed can unleash
He is resilient, intelligent and speedy
He goes far quicklier than any other gee-gee
He’s powered by a thermonucleonic source
There is nothing quite as awesome as
My cyborg horse
He was designed by that bloke
The one who works at Reading University
You know, that Kevin Whatsisname
Who fastens electronic chips under his skin
Half horse and half machine
He’s got metal joints like Barry Sheene
I love it how the other jockeys
All get jealous of his brilliance
He’s won the National
He’s conquered the St Ledgers
He has no difficulty jumping over hedges
Instead of hooves
He has propellers there of course
There is nothing quite as groovy as
My cyborg horse
OK, his wiring is a bit experimental
His beastly soul makes him
A little temperamental
He’s killed a man or two
With minimal remorse
So you better keep your mittens off
My cyborg horse
