Run Rudy Run

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