Oh, Why Can't I Run like other girls do?
How the hell can I run when my buns are in view?

cho: Hallelujah! It's my bum, Hallelujah, hips hooray
Hallelujah! Give us new knickers or we won't play.

Oh, I like my tailor, but he's gotten too bold
So my buns or my hips must hang out in the cold.

Well, winter has come and I'm out by the trackside
Without insulation for my perky backside

Oh, I love my fans and my fans love me,
But I don't want my arse to be on T.V.!

I can't find last year's 'cause that's too long ago
So I'll run with my boxers protruding below.

Oh why didn't I save up my pants from last year?
Well if I had conserved 'em, I wouldn't be here
Singin' Hallelujah! It's my bum, Hallelujah, hips hooray
Hallelujah! Give us new knickers or we won't play.

And poor Kathy Butler will run the 5 K
In hipsters, just so she will not have to say
Hallelujah! It's my bum, Hallelujah, hips hooray
Hallelujah! Give us new knickers or we won't play.

I went to the track and bent down for the gun
And the starter said "lady, that's a pretty left bun"

When next year comes round, I hope to report
We won't nix our nickers for being too short
Hallelujah! It's my bum, Hallelujah, hips hooray
Hallelujah! Give us new knickers or we won't play.