Get off the blacktop, run laps 'round the field,
He's got, tired feet and he's, breathing heavy,
He's now on the lap, of num-ber three
He's got laps to run for eternity,
He didn't make it, has to, run another,
they call him loser, and they callllll him heifer,
He say-"I know you, you know that, if you don't make it, run another lap,"
Run forever, around, the field.

In the town, where I was born, lived a man, who taught PE.
And this man, made us run, laps for all, eternity,
At first we thought, it would be fun, but pretty soon, we got tired.
But our leeeegs, are so darn numb, I don't feel, the grass on fire,
We all run for all eternity, all eternity, all eternity,
We all run for all eternity, all eternity, all eternity,

Hey food, don't make me fat, for I want to, stay so ski-iinny, and I want,
to be into shape, so I can run, so much faster.
*Na---- Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na,
Hey food
*Na---- Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na,
Hey food
Hey food-a food-a food-a food-a