THE RUNNER:
I am a tired runner in a super-ultramarathon
I'm miles behind the leader, from this town he is already gone
I know that doesn't matter, and I'll pace up chronological
In Rotterdam or in Peru I'll catch him categorical

I'm very well acquainted with the feeling of a bloody gall
I understand biology, I'm filled up carbohydrical
I'm learning as I run, that is an upside of good stamina
My expertise is buzzard flight and road kill stains examina'

SPECTATORS:
He is a tired runner in a super-ultramarathon
With devastating tremors like a sniper who's got Parkinson
We cannot help to wonder if his mind or just his legs are gone

THE RUNNER:
I'm very good at limping on when I have come to hit the wall
I've discount prize at ICUs and Pizza Huts and K-Mart malls
It's not a very sexy sport, each lawn's a toilet after dark
But that's the way we have to go, and why Old Yeller's out to bark

SPECTATORS:
That scent they reek, their aura, it's pepper spray, it's their cologne
But there is nothing in this world to help their type of bunion

THE RUNNER:
I run the way a woman talk, I never, ever, ever stop
I've worn down every shoe there is, just look at how they flip and flop
I once ran lost in North Iraq and also lost a stinking sock
Somebody launched it on the Kurds, it wiped out fourtyseven blocks

For underwear I do not care since once they got extensive rot
I smell so bad that nosy dogs don't even try to sniff my but
In short, the way I'm travelling on asphalt and on forest paths
I am the very model of an athlete who could use a bath

SPECTATORS:
It's really quite amazing how their races' clocked with almanacs
And zombie movies owe them big from raiding stores for fatty snacks
In every way considered normal they are going of the tracks

THE RUNNER:
I'm outrun up a raising hill by Baywatch guards in slow-mo drive
But on the beach they take a dive and I'm the one who stays alive
Next week I've passed through Waco, Cork and France and Bern and Amsterdam
I'm still an active runner in this super-ultramarathon

SPECTATORS:
If slowing down he makes a stop at Taco Bell to get the runs
OK, OK, that was a lie we made up on the run, a pun

THE RUNNER:
We do more miles 'fore nine o'clock than army sergeants in a day
Set up a fun run in our path, we'll join it if it's on the way
Our armpits counts as WMDs hence winners never raise a hand
A runner up forgot that once and took out half of Swaziland

My wife complained she did not get to do or see enough of me
We met up downhill in the alps, it must have been a sight to see
I have a house, and car I think, she's phoning, I can hear her weep
Next year I'll make a pit stop and she'll get to use me during sleep

SPECTATORS:
His wife complained about the way he's always running marathon
Though quality not quantity's the way he thinks she should be done
The force within his loins been measured 700 megatons

THE RUNNER:
Race newbies are worn out too quick if they are off like mercury
The current one's been on since the beginning of the century
From all those rainy thunderstorms and chores that I have undergone
I am a tired runner in a super-ultramarathon

SPECTATORS:
It kinda helps that he is nuts, the line is long gone overdrawn
He's always and forever in a super-ultramarathon