The Wrong One - Urthboy, Ozi Batla, The Tongue

Now you know that’s not Elgusto

And it’s most definitely not the Tongue

And no one mistakin' it for Ozi Batla right?

My names Urthboy, now here we go

(Urthboy)

The crowd all watch and shouted the shot

Now we off and running we out of the blocks

You’ve already put in your lot

Unable to stop like Peter, follow the leader

Leave it all out on the line

You’ll see that faint ideas get early graves

On top of a face to save

There’s still more mistakes you’re waiting to make

(The Tongue)

You backing the bull or the matador son

I’m backing the sword, I’m backing the pen

It’s mightier than any weapon you got

Stop, Turn it up Gus I’m ready to rock

Not, gonna misplace my bets now, no sweat now

Put a thousand on those Elefant Traks boys

to pull their best out

(Ozi Batla)

Man you got no credits left now

Like a pokie addict you incorrectly

adding up your takings

who got you shaking?

We take you to task and while the fun lasts

The bandwagon stays gagging for the favourite

when the underdog takes the vet to read you what your sayin'

(Chorus: The Tongue with Urthboy)

You backed the wrong one

Long shots stole ya thunder

You backed the wrong one

You had the rug pulled out from under

You backed the wrong one

You fall in, we all in Hate to be the one to break it to you but you backed the wrong one

(Ozi Batla)

The sound of those drums make this field look like a cattle run

You wasted your time making those tallys of battles won

But that all comes to naught so hold that thought

Until your nose is past the last post

Charge glasses and make it the winning toast

Who’s having the last laugh?

(Urthboy)

Well you looking at him and you wouldn’t want him

to be getting ahead so you putting one on him

But who are you conning?

The one just born,

from the Titaninc, come up from the storm

You backed the forward, we pulled your card

Built on sand we pull it apart

Forget your class, forget your cast

It’s how you carry your scars

(The Tongue)

It’s funny how moments are frozen in time

Vital mistakes turn to stone in your mind

They whip you across that finishing line

And there’s always another who’s better designed

Is it luck?

Is it faith?

Is it skill?

Is it talent?

Coordination, strength or balance?

Or none of them, or the sum of them

Standing on giants shoulders is humbling

(Chorus)

The long shot stole your thunder

You backed the wrong one

You had the rug pulled out from under

You backed the wrong one

You fall in, we all in It seemed certain

But when it’s said and done

You backed the wrong one