Larry the Race Caller

Mic in his hand Program rolled in his fist He taps his

watch once Crowd leans into the mist He knows every gate

Every longshot in stall three He’s calm like a surgeon Heart banging sixty-three

Larry the Race Caller Voice like a starting gun bang Every word faster

and taller Riding that rail in your veins Larry the Race Caller

Turns seconds into a stampede When he says go It’s all over

You feel that fire stamp the beat He nails every name

From Silver Comet to Blue Parade Spits split times like thunder Paints the track