Some people never get their feet on the ground, they're either sitting in a chair or they're laying down their bellies are hanging down on their knees, it's almost a national emergency. Fifty miles, keep a-walking, Twenty-five miles and you're almost there, Fifty miles no use a-talkin', better get in step with the new frontier.
Well, the President put on his walkin' shoes he had a country with 30 millions pounds to lose he remembered a promise he made 'way back when He's gonna get the country movin' again. *chorus*
Then everybody started getting into the act Even Sallinger left but he soon came back On his return he was heard to say Fifty miles a day keeps Republicans away *chorus*
Rockefeller's happy with his brand new wife, and Richard Nixon's done enough running for life and Lyndon Johnson is too busy a man and Joseph P. Kennedy bought out Tom McCann. *chorus*
So I decided I would carry my load I grabbed a carton of cigarettes and I hit the road, The golf clubs were heavy and the gin was slow If you want to get healthy, that's the way to go. *chorus*
While everybody's goin' out and havin' fun they ought to lose some weight in more ways than one fity miles of thinking is a heavy strain but it's about the only cure, for an overweight brain. *chorus*Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
