Here's your fodder, you old mudder
Once a racehorse like no udder
You could fly around that wet track
Started slow, but you're the winner when you get back

Grabbed that first place at The Derby
Fast as screen bug, they called, "Herbie"
Could a' clobbered old "Seabiscuit"
Folks who bet the farm on you, would never risk it

Those were great times in Kentucky
You were damn good, not just lucky
Celebrations, you, me, Sophie...
Partied, hung around your neck - the silver trophy

Took it home, you foddered mudder,
Finish line, crossed smooth as butter
Never challenged by a gelding, mare..
You're one tough stallion, like a bear
The crowd went crazy, making noise
Race tracks, to you, were just like toys
You found the magic ways,
Back in those good old days...

C'mon mudder, eat your fodder,
Munch it down, and be a nodder
Back to dream land, where you glistened
And to all your winning whinnies, I will listen

Here's some sugar - cubes, for snackers,
I won't sell you to meat packers
Plans for you, are better, bigger..
Gonna' stuff you just like Roy did with "Trigger"