Dedicated to our own in-house olympic sprinting champion.
Link "SHawk in Memphis"
Put on his running shoes and he
Boarded his plane
Touched down at the rook airport
Too gay to have any shame
Only flies 190’s.
D-Nine’s the only one
Anything else he just won’t fly in
Because then he can’t run
And he’s running from L-A’s
He’s running from Hurricanes too
He’s running from L-A’s
It’s just what SHawk will do
Haunted by ghosts of L-A’s
On his tail in hot pursuit
Followed him on a chase through Knightland
And then he ran right to…
His security force of a squadron
Lingering high only to
Save his running tail
When he bit off more than he can chew
And he’s running from L-A’s
He’s running from Hurricanes too
He’s running from L-A’s
It’s just what SHawk will do
You can ask him to turn and fight
But he’ll run away too scared
His face will turn green…in his pants he will pee…
He’s got one prayer for escape…
[Insert whole missing verse here. Didn’t realize I missed it until I transcribed the words. Oops.]
And he’s running from L-A’s
He’s running from Hurricanes too.
He’s running from L-A’s
It’s just what SHawk will do.
Put on his running shoes and he boarded his plane
Touched back on the airport…to gay to have any shame
Touched back down on his rook airport…
To gay to have any shame.
