[1st verse:]

Down upon the track

On a horse's back

Warming up his fingers, sits the ragtime jockey

Smile upon his face

Ready for the race

In his colors so gay

See 'em spread apart

Now they're goin' to start

Kindly keep an eye upon the ragtime jockey

Never mind your cold, don't stop to cough

They're off!



[chorus:]

Go, go, go, go

I've got a bet upon you

Go, go, go, go

I'm betting heavy on you, Pop

Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up

Like I know you can

Run, run, run, run

And leave the rest behind you

Run, run, run, run

Don't ever let 'em find you

I'll bet a swag on the ragtime jockey man



[2nd verse:]

Hear the people yell

"Someone surely fell!"

"Did I hear you say it was the ragtime jockey?

Sure enough, you're right

See me turning white

All my money is gone!"

"No, it isn't boss!

See, he's on his hoss

He was only kidding all the other jockeys

He's just playing with them like a toy

Good boy!"