Jack Who Lives at Home Songtext
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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...