| There’s a bustle in the city, there’s excitement in the scrubs
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| There’s a drone of rowdy voices in every Aussie pub
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| For a year we’ve all been waiting and we’ve put our money up
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| And we’re out to back the winner of the famous Melbourne Cup
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| There’s a pause in all production for our minds are on the race
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| And it’s time that all our worries are forgotton for a space
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| And the women cease their talking, turn the radio well up
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| And with whippin' spur their waiting for the starting of the Cup
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| And the T. A. B. 's are crowded and the punters rush and push
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| They’ve held a sweep in every pub in city and in bush
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| Then a mighty cheering follows as the barrier goes up
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| And there’s a thousand jockey’s spurring every race their in the cup
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| The first Tuesday of November, every year it is the same
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| Every Aussie heart is beating with excitement of the game
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| For they bet on dream or fancy or the forms they’ve followed up
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| From a dollar up to thousands on the famous Melbourne Cup
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| There are millions who have never even sat upon a horse
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| Whether it be yarding cattle or racing on the course
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| And it’s doubtful if they’d even know the way to saddle up
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| But they take a lot of beating when they’re racing in the cup
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| Now the famous race is over for another hopeful year
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| There’s a lot of smiling faces and there’s others shedding tears
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| There’s a battler made a fortune, and a wealthy man hard-up
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| But win or lose they’re waiting now for next year’s Melbourne Cup
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| Oh that’s right
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| There’s a bustle in the city, there’s excitement in the scrubs
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| There’s a drone of rowdy voices in every Aussie pub
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| And the battler makes a fortune, and a wealthy man hard-up
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| But win or lose they’re waiti |