"Pink Noid, Pink Noid"
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better make your lace up in
Your favorite disguise.
With your bottom gown hips and your
Raccoony eyes.
With your empty style
And your Wal-ly Mart.
Feel the smile rising from your driving farts.
With your bills in tatters
When the credit card shatters
And the scanners batter
Down the floor.
You'd better run.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better run all day
And run all night.
Keep your dirty clothing
Deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriends
Out tonight
You'd better park the car
Well out of sight.
Cause if they catch you in the back beat
Trying to pick his socks,
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a old shoebox.
You better run.
"Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa!
[sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]
"Hilfiger, Hilfiger"