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Dumpster pair of Nikes © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "GANGSTA'S PARADISE" BY: COOLIO BONUS QUOTE: "Fitness doesn't happen in a day, nor in a week, month or year. Fitness is a lifestyle. It happens the day you no longer seek it. It appears while you're living it." PETE MAGILL |
SPOKEN: You gonna show in those down the start? As I run final mileage in some sneakers near death I take a look at those shoes and realize - no sole left And I've been speeding and rushing so long That even the shoe strings stink and the colour's gone But I have never dumped a shoe with meters still in it Me be paying for a plum pair - never you heard that Now matter how bad they're holding - and you are scolding I'll go on until I am reduced to walk I really hate to trot, but if so it's so As I go I check myself, my untwist', unbroke' - soul I've the kind of mind that can have Kenyans run home out-psyched When they see me ignite' - logging miles in the twilight 'Be barefoot 'for the night, running out these dumpster pair of Nikes Yes barefoot 'for the night, wearing out these dumpster pair of Nikes I'm thinking there'll be strife, stumbling in these dumpster pair of Nikes They're stinking up my stride, rotting like these dumpster pair of Nikes So here's what I'm thinkin' - they might be stinkin' They've been doin' more o' miles - than the British have isles So I've done on some glue on the last seams But the toe-front's rottened open by the fungus cream I have long deflated soles, no comfort left behind Got a chafe on my 'nads and I've salt in my eyes I'm as long way from home as that Bilbo Baggins And the sun's going down on my wobbly sagging roll Rest ain't further than a county away I'm like a butter to knife, I'm melting away I'm 23 now, but I've been told I look 84 At ERs I visit to and fro N-S-A-I-D - they sell to me For the limbs that hurt - both feet and knees 'Be barefoot 'for the night, running out these dumpster pair of Nikes Yes barefoot 'for the night, trotting out these dumpster pair of Nikes I'm thinking there'll be strife, stumbling in these dumpster pair of Nikes They're stinking up my stride, rotting like these dumpster pair of Nikes Powerbars with honey - Gatorade devoured Messing up the tummy - colon's going sour Run is going runny - my underwear is cookin' But no more o' that lichen (too much information!) I've hot spots upon burns - they're upon a bunch o' blisters I've dropped more wreck from my feet - than Texas from twisters Now on my toes - the Nikes' peeled Now on my balls - the ones you know are on my shoe-less heels, fool Run barefoot all the night, now I've dumped my dumpster pair of Nikes Run barefoot through the night, like a crazed jurassic troglodite I knew that there'd be strife, wearing down this dumpster pair of Nikes I'm somehow still upright, zombie wobbling down the street tonight N-S-A-I-D - you fetch for me For the limbs now hurt - both hips and knees N-S-A-I-D - an' hurry please! For my limbs all hurt - my feet and knees © Peter Andersson 2015 |
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