I’m running, stomping with my cleats
The shiny cinder surface.
I cannot drink, I cannot eat,
I cannot sleep - on purpose.

And maybe I would like to do
Some other civil service?
But no: I’m stomping with my shoes
The shiny cinder surface.

From New Guinea, Sam Gap -
He now beats me by one lap!
Yesterday they all would rap:
"Sam is such a friendly chap,
Sam’s our friend, New Guinea’s champ!"

I’m falling further back behind
Our buddy from New Guinea.
I hope to catch the second wind
To have a shot at winning.

And then I’ll need the third one too,
Perhaps the fourth assistance.
But on the fifth I will come through,
I’ll cut the trailing distance!

Yeah, a very friendly chap -
He now beats me by one lap!
Yesterday they all would rap:
"Sam is such a friendly chap,
Sam’s our friend, New Guinea’s champ!"

Sure, the marathon’s a treat,
The weather - in the thirties.
But he’s used to any heat,
He’s running with no worries.

I want to see how he can pace
When it’ll be minus thirty!
And now, I do not stand a chance,
Except for swearing dirty!

Yeah, a very friendly chap -
He now beats me by three laps!
I would ditch him in a snap.
What’s his name? Oh yes, Sam Gap!
Sam is our new Brutus champ!