The Little Black Foal (Live)
Oh, little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal,
I know your trot-trot; I've heard it such a lot-lot;
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back,
Oh, so black back today - clip-clopping this way, tail swinging:
Are you coming to stay? Are you bringing...
The girl who lives down the lane - said she'd see me again.
Is it her out there, with the bluebell eyes and the buttercup hair?
Or...
Is it His Worship, the Mayor, her father,
With his brand new jodhpurs and his little hunting cap?
Off to a meeting of the Rural District Council
Where they'll all talk a load of clap-trap.
Oh, little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal,
I know your trot-trot; I've heard it such a lot-lot;
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back,
Oh, so black back today - clip-clopping this way, tail swinging:
Are you coming to stay? Are you bringing...
The girl who lives down the lane, with the pert little bottom and the silky skin -
If it's the same, I'll invite her in. Or...
Is it her mother with the huge hindquarters
Which she's tried disguising at considerable expense,
Off to dig the dirt with the local ladies?
Well, it's all a load of stuff and nonsense
Oh, little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal,
I know your trot-trot; I've heard it such a lot-lot;
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back,
Oh, so black back today - clip-clopping this way, tail swinging:
Are you coming to stay? Are you bringing...
The girl who lives down the lane -
I can't remember her name, I only met her last night -
With breasts like apples, and her arms are white... or...
Is it that big bad bastard, her brother,
With the swanky jacket and the handlebar moustache,
Thinking of his drinking and how good he is with women -
Well it's all a load of balderdash...
Oh, little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal,
I know your trot-trot; I've heard it such a lot-lot;
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back,
Oh, so black back today - clip-clopping this way, tail swinging:
Are you coming to stay? Are you bringing...
The girl who lives down the lane, with the delicate neck, and the dreamy brow,
And the pouting little belly - is that her now?
I hope it is,
I hope it is,
I hope it is...
I know your trot-trot; I've heard it such a lot-lot;
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back,
Oh, so black back today - clip-clopping this way, tail swinging:
Are you coming to stay? Are you bringing...
The girl who lives down the lane - said she'd see me again.
Is it her out there, with the bluebell eyes and the buttercup hair?
Or...
Is it His Worship, the Mayor, her father,
With his brand new jodhpurs and his little hunting cap?
Off to a meeting of the Rural District Council
Where they'll all talk a load of clap-trap.
Oh, little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal,
I know your trot-trot; I've heard it such a lot-lot;
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back,
Oh, so black back today - clip-clopping this way, tail swinging:
Are you coming to stay? Are you bringing...
The girl who lives down the lane, with the pert little bottom and the silky skin -
If it's the same, I'll invite her in. Or...
Is it her mother with the huge hindquarters
Which she's tried disguising at considerable expense,
Off to dig the dirt with the local ladies?
Well, it's all a load of stuff and nonsense
Oh, little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal,
I know your trot-trot; I've heard it such a lot-lot;
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back,
Oh, so black back today - clip-clopping this way, tail swinging:
Are you coming to stay? Are you bringing...
The girl who lives down the lane -
I can't remember her name, I only met her last night -
With breasts like apples, and her arms are white... or...
Is it that big bad bastard, her brother,
With the swanky jacket and the handlebar moustache,
Thinking of his drinking and how good he is with women -
Well it's all a load of balderdash...
Oh, little coal-black foal, little mole-black foal,
I know your trot-trot; I've heard it such a lot-lot;
Let me guess who you've got-got on your
Low little coal-black back, little mole-black back,
Oh, so black back today - clip-clopping this way, tail swinging:
Are you coming to stay? Are you bringing...
The girl who lives down the lane, with the delicate neck, and the dreamy brow,
And the pouting little belly - is that her now?
I hope it is,
I hope it is,
I hope it is...
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Thackray
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