| Song | Run Rudy Run |
| Artist | The Toasters |
| Album | Skaboom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hingley | |
| Off into the orient on the road towards the heat | |
| With Mr. Vinyl turning on the road towards the east | |
| Straight ways don't run sideways running off towards the sun | |
| You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Hit the inner city before the main man hits the town | |
| Spent our cash on looking flash and heavy job job sound | |
| The clubs have turned their banters on the drunken lawless crowd | |
| You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
| Juvenile delinquents given sentences of gold | |
| We push for radio city reach our drat and nasty goal | |
| Cups are gettin' empty the boys are getting old | |
| You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
| Silence in the city on the night before the crash | |
| The cops have sold their holdings in the diamond ? bash | |
| The clubs have turned their goon squad on the drunken struggling mass | |
| Nothing from your logic clock |
| zuo ci : Hingley | |
| Off into the orient on the road towards the heat | |
| With Mr. Vinyl turning on the road towards the east | |
| Straight ways don' t run sideways running off towards the sun | |
| You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Hit the inner city before the main man hits the town | |
| Spent our cash on looking flash and heavy job job sound | |
| The clubs have turned their banters on the drunken lawless crowd | |
| You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
| Juvenile delinquents given sentences of gold | |
| We push for radio city reach our drat and nasty goal | |
| Cups are gettin' empty the boys are getting old | |
| You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
| Silence in the city on the night before the crash | |
| The cops have sold their holdings in the diamond nbsp? bash | |
| The clubs have turned their goon squad on the drunken struggling mass | |
| Nothing from your logic clock |
| zuò cí : Hingley | |
| Off into the orient on the road towards the heat | |
| With Mr. Vinyl turning on the road towards the east | |
| Straight ways don' t run sideways running off towards the sun | |
| You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Run Rudy run | |
| Hit the inner city before the main man hits the town | |
| Spent our cash on looking flash and heavy job job sound | |
| The clubs have turned their banters on the drunken lawless crowd | |
| You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
| Juvenile delinquents given sentences of gold | |
| We push for radio city reach our drat and nasty goal | |
| Cups are gettin' empty the boys are getting old | |
| You hear nothing from your logic clock | |
| Silence in the city on the night before the crash | |
| The cops have sold their holdings in the diamond nbsp? bash | |
| The clubs have turned their goon squad on the drunken struggling mass | |
| Nothing from your logic clock |