Clever Hans - The Lucksmiths

We’re a pantomime horse

There’s a stupid suit where our relationship was

And we’re stuck inside, we’re stuck inside

There’s nowhere to gallop and there’s nowhere to hide

We’re a pantomime horse

The two of us down on all fours

And we’re running around blind

We’re running around blind

With you in front and me behind of course

Clever Hans

We’re a pantomime horse

And I’m mixing up my metaphors

And I’m starting to see red, I’m starting to see red

Hi ho Silver, Hello Mr Ed

Clever Hans

Have we laid our bets, have we run our race?

Have we gone to pasture, have we given up the chase?

We’ve got the world at our feet

You’ve got the whip in your hands

But we’re a hundred-to-one

We’re an outside chance

Sometimes it seems like no one understands

Clever Hans

We’re a pantomime horse

The two of us down on all fours

And we’re running around fast

We’re running around fast

You’re a nose ahead

And in the end I’m just the arse