One Autumn, at brunchtime,
My father turned on the kitchen TV
To see the people run
There were hundreds of dozens
Of all speeds all brave to be in motion
Since the sound of the gun
It was hard to believe that
The lead pack was able to achieve and
Sustain that sort of speed
I paid money, to sign up, to try it
I hoped I wasn't gonna
Destroy my back and knees

Now I'm gon-
Na narrate
What happened
As if it were occurring
Now at the present time
But it's later, you know that
While racing, I'd basically be silent
And wouldn't think to rhyme


I kind of feel like keeling, I have got 23
Remaining miles I should've started slow
I've hit the wall, I'm gonna fall
And get trampled by feet
It's scarier than anything by Poe

The marathon, the marathon
I should have spent the morning sleeping
But I'm running this marathon, the marathon
It's not something I'm enjoying
It's really sole destroying

My muscles might start healing, by next Feb-ru-a-ry
My energy and strength do not exist
The pain is real, cross-trainers feel
Like they were old last year
I wish that I had slept longer and missed

The marathon, the marathon
It is attempting to defeat me
My enemy the marathon, the marathon
Some one is smoking and she's near me
Like breathing wasn't hard be...

Four old men all jogging passed me by
Ow, ow, ow
Lactic acid buildup in my thighs
Ow, ow, ow
If you can't relate then you make me jealous

Here's a bridge, somebody push me
Failed this test, and got my tushy kicked
Like a fridge, I'm running stiffly
I wanna rest, sit on a cushion quick
Is what I'm not, and now I'm heading
Up to the Bronx, I might be getting sick
Hard to tell, since I'm so tired
I just fell, I cannot try more
There is no chance, that I will finish
My back's destroyed, like I feared all along
Here's the van, so I'll be picked up
Fi-na-lly

The marathon, the marathon
Feels like my body is defeated
No energy thanks marathon, thanks marathon
And when next year’s almost completed
I’ll try another marathon

(fading out, mixed with “the marathon” as in the original)

Stupid thighs, they’re really burning
Can barely walk, I didn’t train, not smart
Stomach’s like, it’s butter churning
Can barely talk, when does the next one start?

Stupid thighs, they’re really burning
Can barely walk, I didn’t train, not smart
Stomach’s like, it’s butter churning
Can barely talk, when does the next one start?