Form Monkey

This is my tribute to Jonathan Coulton's epic, Code Monkey. (The song is released under Creative Commons license and I take it to mean I can steal and alter at will.) A version of the song is at bottom for you to sing along...

My apologies to the man.

Form Monkey wake up get coffee.
Form Monkey bankroll fine.
Form Monkey checks the late scratches and the morning line.
SA canceled due to rain again.
Turf off, game stink.
'Capping not functional or elegant,
What do Form Monkey think?
Form Monkey think maybe takeout too high he play goddam slots instead.
Form Monkey sick of shout it out loud.
Racing execs stupid and proud.

Form Monkey like supers.
Form Monkey like tri and pick six too.
Form Monkey very simple man,
with big, warm, fuzzy secret heart.
Chantal likes you. Chantal likes you.

Form Monkey hang around at off track.
Think sports book nice.
Form Monkey like the four at Monmouth
but he can't get his price.
He say no thank you to the track cause,
entry cost big hit.
Anyway toilets on overflow,
Nowhere to shit.

Form Monkey have long walk back from window,
stewards take down mortal lock.
Form Monkey not thinking so straight,
Form Monkey not feeling so great.

Form Monkey like supers.
Form Monkey like tri and pick six too.
Form Monkey very simple man,
with big, warm, fuzzy secret heart.
Chantal likes you. Chantal likes you a lot.

Form Monkey have every reason
to get out this place.
Form Monkey just keep on punting.
Make it up last race.
Much rather go home have a beer.
Take bath, take nap.
N-2-L standing for fifty-k,
such a load of crap.
Form Monkey think someday he have decent pools even off-time odds be true.
Form Monkey just waiting for now.
Form Monkey say someday, somehow.

Form Monkey like supers.
Form Monkey like tri and pick six too.
Form Monkey very simple man,
with big, warm, fuzzy secret heart.
Chantal likes you. Chantal likes you.