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The Race That Stops a Nation


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Australia comes to a standstill on the first Tuesday in November when they run the Melbourne Cup, Australia's famous horse race. What do we do? We party! Where do we do it? In the country!

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THE RACE THAT STOPS A NATION Giddyup, give it up for the Melbourne Cup Giddyup, give it up, Giddyup Giddyup, give it up for the Melbourne Cup Giddyup, give it up, Giddyup The first Tuesday in November is when it rolls around Makes no difference if it's raining or the hot sun's beating down It's an Aussie fascination and we just can't get enough Of the race that stops a nation and it's called the Melbourne Cup, so Giddyup, give it up for the Melbourne Cup Giddyup, give it up, Giddyup It's the thunder of the horses, the fashions in the field The silence that descends for those few minutes that's surreal In the city and the outback there's a sense of frozen time That's shattered by the roar as they approach the finish line CHORUS: The first Tuesday in November is when it rolls around Makes no difference if it's raining or the hot sun's beating down It's an Aussie fascination and we just can't get enough Of the race that stops a nation and it's called Melbourne Cup Giddyup, give it up for the Melbourne Cup Giddyup, give it up, Giddyup And when it's done and dusted the winners wear their grins The empty champagne bottles are all stacked up in the bins They sweep up all the tickets they mop up all the beer And you can bet your bottom dollar we'll be back again next year CHORUS: The first Tuesday in November is when it rolls around Makes no difference if it's raining or the hot sun's beating down It's an Aussie celebration and we just can't get enough Of the race that stops a nation and it's called Melbourne Cup Giddyup, give it up for the Melbourne Cup Giddyup, give it up, Giddyup And if there is a heaven and somehow I get in I'll line up for my halo and my brand new set of wings I'll rest upon a fleecy cloud and on my harp I'll pluck But there'll be hell to pay if they don't let me watch the Melbourne Cup CHORUS: Giddyup, give it up for the Melbourne Cup Giddyup, give it up, Giddyup Giddyup, give it up for the Melbourne Cup Giddyup, give it up, Giddyup

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