(ooooooooo) (ooooooooo) Up in the morning at half past eight You can't have your breakfast 'cause you'll be late You tie your tie like a hangman's noose Ain't no time to drink your juice So you run, run, run, run Yeah you run, run, run, run Stand on the corner and wait for the bus It's late again, you start to cuss The paper's filled with all bad news Fat lady stands on your polished shoes So you run, run, run, run Yeah you run, run, run, run [spoken] ... of the latest quotations from the new york stock exchange: Heart attacks up two & three quarters Mental illness split three for one Ulcers up one General chaos, that's general chaos is up one quarter The great society unfortunately is down five points Down at the office all is still The boss is at a funeral A note on the door 'no work today' Our chief competitor passed away So you run, run, run, run Yeah you run, run, run, run Up in the morning at half past eight You can't have your breakfast 'cause you'll be late Tie your tie like a hangman's noose Ain't no time to drink your juice So you run, run, run, run Yeah you run, run, run, run Oh you run, run, run, run Oh you run, run, run, run [ fade ]