Gone to the Dogs

Racing Reflections: A Tale of Life Gone to the Dogs
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Lyrics

Down at the dogs the bets are placed

At the dog racing venue, bets are being placed.

A wad of notes rolled in a hand

Someone holds a bundle of money in their hand.

The floodlit track is center stage

The illuminated racetrack is the main focus.

For winning hounds to take the stand

Winning greyhounds take a ceremonial position on the stand.

In old covert coats and trilby hats

People in traditional hunting coats and stylish hats move around.

The owners swan around the place

Owners stroll confidently in the area.

The tic tac man throws out his arms

The tic-tac man signals with his arms, a traditional method of communication in betting.

His thin moustache stretched on his face

The tic-tac man has a thin mustache stretched across his face.


Gone to the dogs the man and his life

A person's life has taken a downturn, possibly due to excessive gambling.

He stands by the rail and looks at the sky

The person stands by the rail, contemplating life while looking at the sky.

Confused by the thoughts

Confusion reigns in the person's mind.

That stew in his mind

The person is troubled by swirling thoughts.

Alone by the track on a Saturday night

Alone by the racetrack on a Saturday night.


Gone to the dogs

Life has deteriorated, symbolized by "gone to the dogs."

He stands and reflects

The person stands and contemplates the situation.

Gone to the dogs

Life has taken a negative turn.

And has no regrets

The person has no remorse or sorrow about their situation.


The restaurant's full and table bets

The restaurant is crowded, and bets are taken by serving girls.

Are taken by the girls who serve

Waitresses handle both food and betting services.

The basket meals and German wine

Simple meals and German wine are offered.

Excitement mounts

Excitement builds up.

The buzz is heard

An audible buzz of anticipation is present.

The stadium is full of screams

The stadium is filled with screams of excitement.

And cigar smoke is in the air

Cigar smoke permeates the air.

The dogs race around on their last lap

The greyhounds complete their final lap.

And down the straight they chase the hare

The dogs race down the straight, pursuing an artificial hare.

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