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I run hither and thither and wonder why. I run around too much to the point I think I might die. I scramble up the stairs to catch the train, I slip and fall on the top step in the rain. I pounce on an empty seat, For once today, thank God! A real treat! I leap in the air as I scald myself with my coffee. As I fall on the guy beside me he yells, “Get off me!” Run, run, run. Always on the run. If you get in my way, my friend, you will be plowed through. Anyway, you do not matter much, ‘cause you’re new. Sorry if I can not stop and say, “Excuse me.” ‘Cause my boss needs this file A.S.A.P. Run, run, run. Always on the run. My wife complains that I am never home, I am always out on the roam. She tells me that I am a coffee junkie, I better get a shower, ‘Cause I smell kinda funky. And if I ever want to get lucky again in my life, I better buck up, stay at home, and treat her like a wife. Run, run, run. Always on the run. I always run on the beaten paths, My life runs like a series of photographs, With lots of running in between. With me, the end can never be seen. Do this George. Will you, Man? Please! I need this by five. Get this to me or your employment status will take a dive. Run, run, run. Always on the run. |