For nearly sixty years I've been a jockey,
Over hurdles ditches fences I fell through plenty;
This country's dust and mud have seen my tears and blood,
But it's nearly over now, I'm Scobie Breasley.

I rode a fine mare when I was twenty,
But she fell at the last cos she was thirty;
No accolades then, just a thirty day whip ban,
But it's nearly over now, I'm Scobie Breasley .

The A,L.F. these days despise the jockey.
Say The Jockey Club and stewards have made it easy.
But there's bans for smoking pot
Or drinking double tots
But it's nearly over now, I'm Scobie Breasly.
Yes, it's nearly over now, I'm Scobie Breasley.

She left me at the first a bold refuser,
Near the the starter and his smell of body odour ;
So the whip flew from my grip,hit the starter in his teeth
But it's nearly over now, I'm Scobie breasley.