Lyrics:

Rye, Rye, Rocco
Marco Esquandolas
Been you to have any spike, man?
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
(Set the gearshift for the high gear of your soul)
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
(You've got to run like an antelope out of control)
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You've got to run like an antelope out of control
Run like an antelope out of control
Run like an antelope out of control
Run like an antelope out of control