(To be sung to the tune of Neil Young's 'Rockin In The Free
World)
There are people in the streets
Wearing suntan lube
There are strollers in the heat
And yuppies ignoring you
I'll never get to be a runner, never get to be a jock
Never get to wear a sweater with a really frilly frock
There's one more race that my legs won't run
I only gotta make it to the goal of the Son
Keep on running in your cir-cles
Keep on running in your cir-cles
You gotta have the gear
To fit into the mold
You can pretend you're an olympian
And bite into the gold
Cause the goal is to win - gotta get the best time
Want to leave 'em in the dirt of the Elgin Street swine
It's run by Nordion - a company from hell
But I really don't care cause my competitor fell (YEAH!)
Keep on running in your cir-cles
Keep on running in your cir-cles
