The lyrics to the first two verses are on the Internet, copied below:

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 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 have the "Heroes" CD, but my English is not good enough to transcribe the last verse precisely since I'm not a native speaker. Anyway, I'll try my best:

I knew that they get feet all [[unknown]],
I knew by the size of the cloud of dust,
I knew by the sound of the blisters going cracked.
I thought I'd head back to the farm,
While suddenly someone snagged by arm
And there I was in the middle of the [seizing 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 [[unknown]] sight to see.
I [[unknown]]
But my legs are broken, they're falling off (sic)
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."