the leader is so far ahead i despair of closing the distance , but i urge the sheik on anyway , bouncing up and down in the saddle , tears of pain and desolation runnin ' out the sides of my eyes-how could i have been so stupid-and the sheik pounds on ever faster and i can feel his hatred for the horse ahead of him and i start to babble , `` oh come on sheik come on boy he 's gon na beat you he 's gon na shame you he 's gon na take your mares he 's gon na beat you boy , '' and the horse pumps faster and we 've gained a length or two but that horse up there ai n't no scrub , neither .