Now this is a story about a racehorse called Stewball
Now Stewball was born down in California
When I was down there the other day
The jockeys was telling me they don't think
he was an ordinairy horse at all in fact
they all say he blew down a storm.
So my tip is 

Just bet on stewball and you might win win win
Bet on stewball and you might win
Bet on Stewball and you might win win win
Bet on stewball and you might win

Why there's a big race 
Down in Dallas
Don't you wish you was there
You could bet your
Bottom dollar
On that iron grey mare

C'mon
Bet on Stewball and you might win win win
Bet on stewball and you might win
Won't you Bet on Stewball and you might win win win
Bet on stewball and you might win

Now all the horses
They were saddled
And the word was give and run
See them horses
Why they shot off
Like a bullet from a gun

Oh won't you
Bet on Stewball and you might win win win
Bet on stewball and you might win
Wont you bet on Stewball and you might win win win
Bet on stewball and you might win

Oh the old folks
They hollowered
And the young folks they all called
And the children cried
Love love
At the new horse stewball

Oh bet on Stewball and you might win win win
Bet on stewball and you might win
Won't you bet on Stewball and you might win win win
Bet on stewball and you might win

