Grin, grin, grin, grin, grin I got ahold Of a real piece of gold But all I really felt was cold Like I feel it creeping Like I'm six feet deep And all I want to do is sleep in In, in, in, in, in All I ever got was cold All I ever got was cold You're supposed to hold it in You're supposed to hold it in Jumped on the track With wind at my back Move slow like a heart attack Like I feel it creeping Like I'm six feet deep And all I want to do is sleep in I don't want to win anything Every race will end I don't want to win anything Every race will end Hold it in Hold it in Hold it in Hold it You're supposed to hold it in You're supposed to hold it in In, grin