Change your shirt, wash your face

New feeling, new face

He’s just gone down on an apricorn

Covered in fruit

He’s a square, he’s a square, he’s a red square

Throw your triangles out!

Change your shirt, wash your face

New feeling, new face!

Help!

I’m still a red square, red square, dead mare!

Gallop, canter, trot!

Change your hooves, horse shoes, morse code!

.... --- .-. ... .

... .... --- . ...

Yeah, Morse code!

More horse, less code!

“(I go to the horse track here in Texas, and I noticed, when down close to the track, I heard Morse code! I was a bit stunned… It seemed to be quite a few lines I couldn’t quite decipher! It wasn’t the first time I heard Morse at the horse track!)”