They were called The Runners Four
Always slipping through the back door
When they come ashore
Sneaking through their precious load,
Cheating customs in a speedboat
When they come in from far away
Oh they never can stay
They fly away to other skies
With the sun in their eyes
Make their entrance two by two
Bringing us a thought that's so new
Whistling secret tunes
And smuggling through their precious smile
Breaking customs for a short while
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