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