( With Apologies to B.S. ) ( and C. L. :-) ) ( Photo from Roxy Deli, NYC )
"....We learned more from a three minute record Than we ever learned in school"....
During the day I sweat it out in a job
That ain't an American dream
At night I sit in the middle of my sofa
Eating galllons of ice cream
Sprung from jeans that were a size 9
Food-fed, bulging and
Falling out over the line
Baby this life adds the pounds to your back
Its a fat trap, its a calorie rap
I'm gonna stay thin while I'm young
Cause tramps like us
Baby we were born to runnnnnnnnnn
Skinny let me in I wanna be your friend
I wanna guard my dreams and visions
just wrap my legs in those running shorts
I don't want no lipo incisions
Tomorrow i'm gonna break this trap
Gonna run till I drop and never look back
Will you run with me out on the road
Cause baby I'm never gonna' be a portly toad
And I gotta find out how it feels
I wanna know if skinny is wild
I wanna know if skinny is real.....
Beyond the driveway, overweight drones
Run all through lalaland
The girls check their butts in full length mirrors
And the boys try to lose their lard
The McDonald's rises, bold and stark
Kids are huddled with burgers in their fists
I promise I'll pass up Wendy's on the street tonight
In my quest for skinny bliss
Weight Watchers is jammed with over weight ladies
On a last chance power diet
I'm goin out to run tonight
Cause there's no place left to hide it
Together Ben we'll live with the sadness
Of lovin' Jerry with all the madness in my soul
Someday boy, I don't know when
I'm gonna get to that weight
That they call one hundred and ten
And then my diets will be done
But till then
Tramps like us
Baby we were born to runnnnnnnn
