A horse with no name ...Always on the go, ready to hoof along ...
But you my Jockey, ride me like a madman!
There are countless times
Where I myself thought, - hey we are doing just fine
When then you take a turn,
And throw a wobbler for no real reason
How am I going to carry on?
Knowing I can never satisfy your high standards.
I'd die for you,
I'd carry you for as long as my four legs were strong enough.
Yet you treat me with so little respect,
That maybe a trip in a dank wet lorry to the unspeakable place
Has become more and more inviting ..