Lyrics

Somehow the great Andy Beyer got it in his head American Pharoah just couldn't win. He'll never live it down with the man who kids because he loves.....

Andy’s Wrong

In Andy’s room
There are pictures of great jockeys on the wall
But to avoid Andy’s gloom
You gotta watch where you step with Andy out in the stalls
Gamblers from the big city
Check the speed number only he employs
Then they go betting, things get gritty
‘Cause they all just wanna know winners’ joy

But there’s a sadness in that handicappers face
A sadness all his own, ‘cause this year’s picks gotta make Andy chafe

This horse, put a block on part of his brain
He spoke of Pharoah with such disdain
Whenever his name left Andy’s lips
Pharoah kept winning, winning each race in sight
Somehow his future just never looked that bright, in Andy’s eyes

He said, Tony if you wanna bet wild
There is this horse Upstart,
Close your eyes
Bet with me, I’m on fire
Bet my head not me heart
Ignore the Preakness,
And the Kentucky Derby too
When I take Andy’s advice it makes me feel like I got screwed