The Running Man

Lyrics

(Intro: Fast-paced strumming, the sound of boots hitting cobblestones)
​(Verse 1)
Down in the cellar of the Unseen halls
Where the shadows stretch and the magic calls
He wasn’t a wizard, just a scholar’s aide
Sorting out the scrolls the Librarian laid
Oook! went the boss with a banana in hand
While the worst student ever tried to understand
But the Octavo whispered, a spell took flight
And Rincewind’s been running since that very night!
​(Chorus)
He’s the Running Man, a blur in the street
With "Wizzard" on his hat and wings on his feet
From the Rim to the Hub, through the fire and the rain
The coward of the Disc is at it again!
Ten thousand leagues and he’s still not done
The only man who treats a marathon like fun!
​(Verse 2)
Then came Twoflower with a golden grin
And a box full of legs where the teeth lived within
The Luggage followed on its hundred little feet
Through the Wyrmberg heights and the Morpork heat
They fell off the Edge, saw the Great A’Tuin’s belly
While Rincewind’s nerves turned to gooseberry jelly
From the Sourcerer’s grip to the Dungeon Dimension
He’s the master of avoiding any lethal intention!
​(Verse 3)
He survived the Agatean Empire’s wall
Met Cohen the Barbarian, standing tall
He trekked across XXXX in the burning heat
Where the beer is cold and the death is sweet
He’s been a king, a slave, and a god for a day
But he’d trade it for a sandwich and to just walk away
Through Eric’s hell and the moon’s cold dust
If there’s a way out, then Rincewind must!
​(Bridge - frantic tempo increase)
Now he’s got a chair and a tenure track
With a velvet robe upon his back
"Professor of Cruel and Unusual Geography"
Is the perfect job for his biography!
He knows where to hide and he knows where to flee
From the jungles of Klatch to the Circle Sea!
​(Chorus)
He’s the Running Man, a blur in the street
With "Wizzard" on his hat and wings on his feet
From the Rim to the Hub, through the fire and the rain
The coward of the Disc is at it again!
Ten thousand leagues and he’s still not done
The only man who treats a marathon like fun!
​(Outro)
The Luggage is coming! (Clip-clop, clip-clop)
Death is waiting! (NOT TODAY, I THINK)
Keep those boots moving!
Run, Rincewind, run!
(Fast, sudden stop on a single chord)