Oh, the Tremors you’ll run!

Runners run, they run for fun.

They run for fun in the hot, hot sun.

They run at night, they run a ton.

 

One run, two runs, three runs, more!

Five runs, six runs, seven runs, sore!

Run in races and medals you score.

 

Some runners are dudes, and some are chicks.

But in F3 our runners have dicks.

 

Some runners are black, and some are white.

Run too much and your calves get tight.

 

Run runners, run runners, run runners run!

Run all day in the hot, hot sun!

 

Run all night, run for fun.

Run, run, run until you’re all done.

 

Run on road and trails, in mud and sand.

Run ‘til you’re tired, then pause and stand.

Then run some more, you’ll be grand.

 

Run runners, run runners, run runners run!

Run your whole life, run ’til you’re done.

 

And just when you’re ready to give up the ghost,

Take one last run, and give it your most.