Run, Kathy, Run by Genie


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Brit Flits Nix Knicks! London (August 2001) -- Female athletes competing for Britain in the World Championships say their official team knickers are too skimpy. The runners are worried they will be flashing their bottoms at spectators. Officials say they don't want athletes to feel uncomfortable and have allowed them to wear last year's Olympic kit. Kathy Butler, who is competing in the 5000m at the championships in Canada, says the small knickers have left athletes with a dilemma. "If you pull them up you can see your bum and when you pull them down you can see your hips. They just don't fit properly," she said. She added: "I can't find my old Olympic ones, so I'll be wearing the hipsters." A spokesman for UK Athletics said that officials have given the all-clear for runners to wear last year's design. "Something had to be done. We can't ask our top athletes to run 25 laps wearing something they feel uncomfortable in," he said.

Run, Kathy, Run by Genie
(Tune: Run, Molly, Run)

Run Kathy, run!
Run Kathy, run!
Flash your athlete's seat there,
Bright in the noonday sun.
Bright in the noonday sun, oh lordy, bright in the noonday sun.

Kathy was the youngest runner on the British team.
The Committee, they were old gray men who could only dream,
Oh, Lordy, who could only dream.

Run Kathy, run!
Run Kathy, run!
Flash your athlete's seat there,
Bright in the noonday sun.
Bright in the noonday sun, oh lordy, bright in the noonday sun.

Kathy said to to the old men, "Don't take me for a tart.
These knickers show my rear-end tail--You cut 'em way too short
(Yeah!) You cut 'em way too short!"

"Long Johns would be better, oh, Lord, at least I would be clad.
Last time that I raced, y' old farts, I shocked me dear old dad.
Yeah, I shocked me dear old dad!"

Run Kathy, run!
Run Kathy, run!
Flash your athlete's seat there,
Bright in the noonday sun.
Bright in the noonday sun, oh lordy, bright in the noonday sun.

John Bull said to Kathy, "You're runnin' for the Queen,
And when you round that corner, gal, your form, it should be seen.
Oh, yes, your form, it should be seen!"

Run Kathy, run!
Run Kathy, run!
Flash your athlete's seat there,
Bright in the noonday sun.
Bright in the noonday sun, oh lordy, bright in the noonday sun.

See them crouchin' on the track for the man to shoot that gun.
Long Johns they ain't wearin', Lord, they're showin' hips or buns, Yeah,
They're showin' hips or buns!

Run Kathy, run!
Run Kathy, run!
Flash your athlete's seat there,
Bright in the noonday sun.
Bright in the noonday sun, oh lordy, bright in the noonday sun.

John Bull's beatin' Uncle Sam. Wait, what do I see?
Kathy's stopped to fix her shorts, so tight they made her pee,
Oh, Lord! So tight they made her pee!

Run Kathy, run!
Run Kathy, run!
Forget your ass,
Keep runnin', lass!
Come on, baby, come!

So, John Bull said to Molly, "I give! OK? You win!
You can wear the knickers from last year
To save your fair young skin, oh, Lord,
To save your fair young skin."

Run Kathy, run!
Run Kathy, run!
We'd rather you win
Than show more skin!
So you can hide your bum!
Come, on, baby, come!

Run Kathy, run!
Run Kathy, run!
Cover your ass,
Keep runnin' fast!
Come on, baby, come!
Come, on, baby, come!