[ Featuring The Waiter ]
Everybody, you're thinkin' he's strange
He sits in his chair and playin' his game
Jokin' with a piece of paper oh always the same
He's the lord of emotion, his wits wrapped in flames
His waste made it often believe, never change
His mind is running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
No running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
Oh running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
Oh running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
Running, running
Oh running, running
Running, running
Oh running, running around
All the people feel so sorry for him
His own world is better where he does love in
He did lose his father, a pure frown now go
Others don't bother, he looks so dumb
His mind is running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
No running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
Oh running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
Oh running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
Oh boy is that the king
Who rules the blind?
Your crown is needed
Oh boy you weapon is
Your cheerful smile
Solves every crisis
Oh boy, could you save me?
His mind is running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
No running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
Running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
Oh running, running
No running, running
No running, running around
Yeah, oh boy would you help me, whoa?
Oh boy would you save me, yeah?
Oh boy
Whoa, oh boy
Yeah, oh boy
