Hey! Slacker, Run for the cup
Fore’ you fade into the frantic crowd
The world forgets the runner-up
Glory only to the winner proud
The track is warm but the wind is cold
The race is short-so don’t be cowed
Run for glory, run for the Gold
Don’t you hear the clapping aloud?
Race toward the finishing rope
Like lightning from a darkened cloud
With long strides of pride and hope
Run for honor and believe you could
Pull every muscle for the final run
This is the day, a dream avowed
Run, Run – you’re second to none
There’s the podium and victory shroud!