I'm on a suede couch In a suede room In a suede house Oh boy And when I open up the door I'm a runaway So I runaway Oh boy Marching to the beat of an off beat drum I'm a corduroy man on the run On the run I'm a corduroy man in a world of suede I'm a corduroy man on the run On the run Marching the beat of an off beat drum I'm a corduroy man on the run On the run I'm a corduroy man in a world of suede I'm a corduroy man on the run On the run (On the run) Can I be honest for a minute Corduroys hot when I'm in it And I'm sweating like a pig In a sauna in the middle Of the summer What a bummer But its all I know Its my labor of love, To keep loving it Even if I shouldn't love it at all Marching to the beat of an off beat drum I'm a corduroy man on the run On the run