Little star of track and field, your brand's upon my soul Iron will and iron legs, you'll conquer every goal Every day after the meet, you leave with boys in tow If you keep it up like this, I'll never have a go I've got you runnin' round my head Gaht gaht gaht Conference calls upon the phone Someone calling in from Rome I am Jack, who lives at home You've got a grip on story, man: your script is very bold Every person has an arc and every beat, a tone But your dialogue? It sucks. Your characters just drone If you keep it up like this you'll never have a go But I got her runnin' round my head Gaht gaht gaht Conference calls upon the phone When they come, I'm not at home I don't even feel alone I am Jack, who lives at home Little star of track and field, your brand's upon my soul I will keep you safe from all the men who want you sold I will keep you locked away inside my heart But I've got you running 'round my head...