I was out for a stroll, just a-walking a pup Checking the scene, seeing what was up I wasn't bothering nobody, I was easing on down the road Just behind me come a piddy piddy pat I said "Good Lord, tell me what was that" I turned and looked and my brain took an overload
Down the trail and around the farm Come a thousand people with their underwear on Picking 'em up, laying 'em down like mad Puffing and groaning, their faces all red Eyes rolled back in their sweaty heads I never saw so many people look so bad
Crying "Come on, Harry! Come on, Sue We're gonna do what the magazines tell us to Get ourselves in shape the fashionable way Twenty-five laps around the pond Will make us tall and slim and blonde Oh, hand me down my jogging shoes today"
The sound was strictly rolling thunder My dog took off with his tail tucked under I stood at the side of the road and watched 'em pass Their shirts were nicely understated They all looked terribly dedicated Some looked strong and some looked low on gas
Some were built like land-locked whales Some wore shorts from Bloomingdales Some had legs that looked like six feet long They clearly come to do or die And as that herd went thundering by So help me folks, they all broke into song
They said, "Come on, Harry! Come on, Sue We're gonna do what the magazines tell us to Get ourselves in shape the fashionable way Twenty-five laps around the pond Will make us tall and slim and blonde Oh, hand me down my jogging shoes today"
I knew that they'd get fit or bust I knew by the size of the cloud of dust I knew by the sound of the blisters going "crack" I thought I'd head back to the farm When suddenly someone snagged my arm And there I was in the middle of the seething pack
I was sweating like a fool; I was out of breath I was trying to keep from getting tramped to death I must have been an edifying sight to see I cried, "You folks can jeer and scoff But my legs are broken; they're falling off" And by now you know what they turned and said to me
They said, "Come on, Harry! Come on, Sue We're gonna do what the magazines tell us to Get ourselves in shape the fashionable way Twenty-five laps around the pond Will make us tall and slim and blonde Oh, hand me down my jogging shoes today"
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