You can hear this song at YouTube (where it is mistakenly titled CRAZY OVER HORSES and attributed to Billy Jones & Ernest Hare; actually, Hare does not appear on this recording).


HORSES
Words by Richard Whiting; music by Byron Gay.
New York: Leo Feist, ©1926.
As sung by Billy Jones on Regal 8046, Domino 3707, Perfect 12261A, & Banner 1735.

They're off!

Took my girl to the races.
Gosh, how she loved the races!
There we sat, sittin' in the sand.
She stood pat; couldn't pat her hand.
Took one look at a ... and that was the end of me.
Crazy over horses, horses, horses.
Nutty over horses, horses, horses.
Goofy over horses, horses, horses.
She's a little wild.
Daffy over horses, horses, horses.
Silly over horses, horses, horses.
Once I heard her call me Spark Plug, Brown Eyes too.
Guess she thinks I'm a horse's Barney Google.
At the altar, altar, altar,
Maybe she will falter, falter, falter,
Then I'll get a halter, halter, halter,
Just to make her mind.
A woman's "no" means "yes" I guess.
A horse's neigh is a horse's yes.
Oh, it's horses, horses, just a lot o' horses,
Horses, horses all the time.

Guess she thinks I'm a horse's Barney Google.
At the altar, altar, altar,
Maybe she will falter, falter, falter,
Then I'll get a halter, halter, halter,
Just to make her mind.
And ev'ry time she drinks, by heck,
She always drinks a horse's neck.
Oh, it's horses, horses, just a lot o' horses,
Horses, horses all the time.

When we came from the races,
She kicked over the traces.
She wouldn't go to an auto show.
An auto show was much too slow.
She preferred a rodeo.
So does her old man.
Crazy over horses, horses, horses.
Nutty over horses, horses, horses.
Goofy over horses, horses, horses.
She's a little wild.
Daffy over horses, horses, horses.
Silly over horses, horses, horses.
Once I heard he call me Spark Plug, Brown Eyes too.
Guess she thinks I'm a horse's Barney Google.
At the altar, altar, altar,
Maybe she will falter, falter, falter,
Then I'll get a halter, halter, halter,
Just to make her mind.
And with my bride close by my side,
We'll holler, "Thanks for the buggy ride."
Oh, it's horses, horses, just a lot o' horses,
Horses, horses all the time.