Make a new cult every day to suit your affairs 
 Kissing girls in English, at the back of the stairs 
 You're a honey, with a following of innocent boys 
 They never know it 
 Because you never show it 
 You always get your way 
 They never know it 
 Because you never show it 
 You always get your way 

 Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions? 
 Because I met a boy who went through one of your sessions 
 In his blue velour and silk 
 You liberated 
 The boy I never rated 
 And now he's throwing discus
 For Liverpool and Widnes 
 You liberated 
 The boy I never rated 
 And now he's doing business 

 The stars of track and field, you are 
 The stars of track and field, you are 
 The stars of track and field are beautiful people 

 Could I write a piece about you now that you've made it? 
 About the hours spent, the [wilderness in your training 
 You only did it so that you could wear 
 Your terry underwear 
 And feel the city air  [bad word] past your body 
 Your terry underwear
 And feel the city air [bad word] past your body

 Could I write a requiem for you when you're dead? 
 "She had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head" 
 She never needed anyone to get her round the track 
 But when she's on her back 
 She had the knowledge 
 To get her into college 
 But when she's on her back 
 She had the knowledge 
 To get her what she wanted

 The stars of track and field, you are
 The stars of track and field, you are
 The stars of track and field are beautiful people.

 The stars of track and field, you are
 The stars of track and field, you are
 The stars of track and field are beautiful people.