“The High Horses”
We will fly, to Leeds, oh my!
Where the cold wind blows
There is no sun, but it’s still fun
There’s a stallion there, don’t you know?
Equus Altus, by Andy Scott, is situated
Deep in Trinity Leeds‘ beating heart
He’s the most handsome hunk in the herd
Caught above some shopping carts
Can’t you hear him?
Oh, he neighs so loud
Casts his wild note over the gobsmacked crowd
That’s the way it’s gonna be, little darlin’
We’ll be admiring the horsie, yeah
Way up in the sky, is this darlin’
And if he falls he’ll muck you up, muck you up
You will grow and until you go
To see Yorkshire’s cloven pride
And even then whisper the wind
But don’t try to touch his side
Or the ropes holding him may become unfurled
A chubby chap below will cry
As he watches the giant gelding falling down
If it lands on him he’ll die
Oh good, the chubby chap went to Gregg’s for a sensibly-priced sausage roll and the pony missed him
Equus has plummeted to the ground
Equus has landed outside the Pound… land
That’s the way it’s gonna be, little darlin’
We’ll be admiring the horsie, yeah
Way up in the sky, is this darlin’
And if he falls he’ll muck you up, muck you up
