Gordon David

(1st September 1959 / Edinburgh)

I Do Run, Run, Run, I Do Run, Run,


I ate it on a sunday and my gut felt ill
I do run run run, I do run run
Nobody told me that it was road-kill
I do run run run, I do run run
Yeah I got my fill
Yeah my gut felt ill
And when I sat on my Throne
I did run run run, I did run run
My bum was on fire, and I tried to dry
I do run run run, I do run run
I thought that was it, but my oh my
I did run run run, I do run run
Yeah I’m gonna cry
Oh why, oh why?
And when I sat on my Throne
I did run run run, I do run run
I’ve been sitting here for hours
But I’m doin’ fine
I do run run run, I do run run
Sometime soon I’m gonna start to whine
I do run run run, I do run run
Yeah the smell’s all mine
Yeah, I’m gonna take my time
I do run run run, I do run run.

With apologies to The Ronettes. I Do Ron Ron Ron, I Do Ron Ron.

Submitted: Sunday, August 03, 2008

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