Ten kilometers to run and just one heat
Then we heard our famous marathoner Pete
"I am injured, I am sick, Iím feeling bad
And my coach looked at me and firmly said:
Iím a sprinter, on this distance Iíll collapse,
I may run at best three bastard laps,
And - out!
But my coach made me run, he said to me,
"You can make it, boy, if you reveal your will
Will, my ass! You must be strong to win in style!
But I would dither,
For ten thousand I rushed like for a mile
Gasping mouth, goggled eyes, this goddam race,
I cursed it!
Made three laps and then fell down in disgrace,
And my coach said I was the weakest link,
He forbade me to appear on the rink -
When I drink with him it only creates
That heís chummy, as he yells: "Instead of skates
As a coach heís not bad, but as a friend
But today Iím doing lots of boxing and
I am certain, Iíll achieve a lot with this
Everyoneís polite to me and so is