Many lights up today
Many lights up this way

What is this road here,
Where have I come?

I am a rich man
I am a very rich man
I have good pants on
Stitched and stitched;
I am in stitches
I am laughing at you
I am in britches

I've written books for you
I held my own for you
Where is my tongue?

I am no more workhorse
I am no more workhorse
I am no more workhorse
I am no more workhorse

I am a grazing horse
I am a grazing horse
I am your favorite horse

Many lights up today
Many lights up this way
What is this road here
Where have I come?

I am a rich man
And I am a very rich man
And I have good pants on
Stitched and stitched
And I am in stitches
Yeah, I am laughing at you
And I am in britches

And I've written books for you
And I held my own for you
So where is my tongue?

And I am no more a workhorse
I am no more a workhorse
I am no more a workhorse
I am no more a workhorse
I am a racing horse
And I am a grazing horse
And I am your favorite horse
And I am your favorite horse