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[guitar playing ballad]
Peter: (singing) A runner came to town
Ken: it gets my blood circulating
Peter: For the races he pursued
Ken: Burn fat, breath the fresh air
Peter: But this stranger he was different
Cause he didn't bring his shoes
Ken: I just like running barefoot
Peter: Ken Saxton
he had a shoeless kind of childhood
Ken: Loved going barefoot
Peter: Always favored walking bare
Ken: Got out of school
or home from work
and took my shoes off
Peter: He ran a marathon
in sneakers
Ken: Didn't occur to me
you could run barefoot
on asphalt during races
Peter: And his feet
were worse for wear
Ken: Nasty blisters
all over the tops, the sides
Why do I need the shoes?
They're just tearing my feet apart.
Chorus: Run, run, again,
Barefoot Ken
Peter: He says he doesn't
mind the sticks and stones
Ken: Barefoot guy, Forest Gump
Peter: He doesn't mind the heat
Ken: You don't really notice it
when you're running
Peter: and running without padding
is really better for the feet
Ken: Part of it's just conditioning
Part of it's landing gently
This is a lot more comfortable for me
Shoes for me are just a waste of money
Peter: Now even when he's walking
Ken: I work barefoot
Peter: Our man persues his quest
Ken: I run to work,
I run home from work barefoot
Peter: Almost everywhere he goes
Ken Saxton's feet remain undressed
Ken: People have gotten used
to wearing shoes
Makes 'em weaker, less flexible
It's not quite Chinese foot-binding
but it's close
Just like any drug
(laughs)
You become addicted
Peter: He's a barefoot crusader
with anti-sneaker views
He's a rebel
(rattlesnake sound)
without a pair of shoes
He's not Forest Gump
Ken: (as Forest Gump) You can tell a lot about a person
by the shoes they wear
Peter: No, he's a rebel
without a pair of shoes
(hawk cawing in distance)
(music fades)