Down at the dogs the bets are placed
   A wad of notes rolled in a hand
   The floodlit track is center stage
   For winning hounds to take the stand
   In old covert coats and trilby hats
   The owners swan around the place
   The tic tac man throws out his arms
   His thin moustache stretched on his face
  
   Gone to the dogs the man and his life
   He stands by the rail and looks at the sky
   Confused by the thoughts
   That stew in his mind
   Alone by the track on a Saturday night
  
   Gone to the dogs
   He stands and reflects
   Gone to the dogs
   And has no regrets
  
   The restaurant's full and table bets
   Are taken by the girls who serve
   The basket meals and German wine
   Excitement mounts
   The buzz is heard
   The stadium is full of screams
   And cigar smoke is in the air
   The dogs race around on their last lap
   And down the straight they chase the hare