battling the bottle, fighting the flab, at war with the world
battling the bottle, fighting the flab, at war with the world
everybody ran when they heard the sound
of hand gun fire in the center of town
i didn't know her name but i knew the face
of the sports personality that started the race
i was a long way away from my personal best
with scotch on my breath and front of my vest
and now my wife's left and she's taken the kids
i really know what long distance loneliness is
battling the bottle, fighting the flab, at war with the world
battling the bottle, fighting the flab, at war with the world
this is closest i've ever come to be a tourist
in 40 years of living here, i never got around to it
i've never seen the curve of the Admiralty arch
or the sailors who served on the cutty sark
10 miles in and i'm feeling the pain
a jazz bands playing and it's starting to rain
the bunions and blisters are like stones in my shoes
and i've already spent the sponsor money on booze
battling the bottle, fighting the flab, at war with the world
battling the bottle, fighting the flab, at war with the world
after 2 hours and 59, i hit the wall
my 6 months training meant nothing at all
beached like a whale with my gut in my hands
i tried and failed as a marathon man
in less than a week, i'd be putting away
my shadow would be gone and the nazi escaped
my get up and go, would have got up and gone
and i'd be back down low, where i started from
battling the bottle, fighting the flab, at war with the world\