My heart is racing, and yet on we go;
I hope we'll reach the end soon.
I see each butt sneak past me, and I know:
At this rate when I finish, I will see the moon.

My strap is feelin' like a tight nads vise
And givin' each one a squeeze.
Reminds me of the time I had crab lice--
They dig in; I would rather have a case of fleas.

Lapped, lapped, I though I'd cry,
They're lined up in from of me.
Lapped, lapped by seven guys.
This isn't what you think: you'll see.
Lonely, slow and lonely.

I hate to be a runner, 'cause I stay
In back while the others surge
Forward; I have still have got such a long way
To go, but to stop and purge I have got the urge.

I'm sorry I went out for track; instead
Should have played water polo,
Because right now I'm feeling nearly dead--
Now past me another seven runners go.

Lapped, lapped, I though I'd die,
They're lined up in front of me.
Lapped, lapped by seven guys--
I look back and no one I see.
Lonely, slow and lonely

No more I'll go; I'm gonna get a drink;
I've got some beers on me.
I'm lacking ice, but I'll chug down one, I think.
In my mouth it swirls--
Horror"! Miller GD.

That I'd made this bad choice made me appalled;
This rotgut's not top-shelf.
But my legs boin, and this has alcohol.
So then I clamped my nasal node and steeled myself.

Lapped, lapped; my mouth was dry.
It tastes so nuthin' to me.
Lapped, lapped this crap, but I
At long last was high, finally!
Lowly, blows. So lowly.