| You know he’s always runnin' around
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| Because he’s a runnin' around kind of guy
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| You know he’s runnin' around
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| And with runnin' around he’s fine
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| He’s runnin' around with a bad, bad temper
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| Runnin' around drinking gold dust liquor
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| Runnin' around taking dirty pictures
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| He’s runnin' around, he’s runnin' around
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| He works in a crowded room
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| Where loneliness is a prize
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| When he’s not on the road
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| He’s a real stand-up guy
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| He’s sleeping in his own bed
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| He’s still dreaming with two hands
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| He’s runnin' around, he’s not runnin' around
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| He’s runnin' around, he’s still runnin' around
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| He’s runnin' around
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| She’s sitting pretty underneath the southern skies
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| She’s so damn pretty, even he forgets he’s alive
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| When he’s runnin' around in a hot tub
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| With a little bit of young love
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| He’s runnin' around until his white shows
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| He’s runnin' around until his heart goes
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| He’s runnin' around with a bad, bad temper
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| Runnin' around drinking gold dust liquor
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| He’s runnin' around taking dirty pictures
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| He’s runnin' around, he’s runnin' around |