You sat me down to say We're basically the same But you can't be sad when your dad breeds dogs in the north with your mom in the summertime Hey, hey, hey You couldn't stand the taste of Colorado rain So you said so what and you got New York And you found yourself in a better way Maybe I can find disguise in hopes that you may realize that I've been hangin' out, walking a plank You're stuck in my airway I know you've had your run At least ten miles plus An olympian with a heart of gold and the hair to match it otherwise An inner-city touch A little taste of blood Because the one's at heart are the champions The one's you don't have to organize You're stuck in my airway You're stuck in my airway Oh hey hey Hey Christine Run like the wind Go shake the leaves Oh hey hey Hey Christine What are you going to do? Oh hey hey Hey Christine Run like the wind Go shake the leaves Oh hey hey Hey Christine What are you going to do about it?