Болховитин Александр Павлович ATTABOY

Did you come here to run?
Well, attaboy!
Resting heart rate is down?
That's great! Attaboy!
Cadence up by a bit?
Perfect! Attaboy!
Lost half a kilo of sweat?
Attaboy!!!
The demon's out of your chest!
Feeling tired? Just walk it out!
Attaboy!
Running on your tippy-toes?
Not bad, not bad — those calves are gonna GROW!
Attaboy!

Attaboy, attaboy
You're a big, big boy!
Crawl or slither, flip or flop
Cartwheel sideways to the top
Attaboy, attaboy
You're a star, not a decoy!
There's no first and there's no last
You're the king of your own cast!



Man, my inbox is a crime
Boss is screaming all the time
But hey — I'm still an attaboy in any case!
Whatever I screw up — attaboy!
Of course it feels so nice to train
Heel-to-toe? That's great again!
Heart rate hit one-eighty? Wow!
No big deal if it's six minutes flat
At one-eighty — just slow down to a walk!
You're attaboy!

Attaboy, attaboy
You're a big, big boy!
Crawl or slither, flip or flop
Cartwheel sideways to the top
Attaboy, attaboy
You're a star, not a decoy!
There's no first and there's no last
You're the king of your own cast!


Look, you're a running enthusiast
It's just a little hobby
A side quest
Besides the track
You've got tennis, and that jaw-harp thing
And watercolors
But running — it's not just running
It's flirting, it's swiping right
It's society, it's life
It's moving in the light
That's a pro's opinion

You're trying to change your fate!
Attaboy!
You showed up at the gate!
Attaboy!
You tied your shoes up straight!
Attaboy!
You're breathing — that's first-rate!
Attaboy!

Attaboy-boy-boy-boy-boy

Attaboy


We're like college, but condensed
Three months, and then you're recompensed!
We'll fix your lungs, we'll fix your soul
So you can run a full lap, whole
A medal, a selfie, a local TV spot
Four hundred meters, don't you stop!!!
I love you!
You're attaboy! You're attaboy!
You're a walking lady-killer, oh boy!


Heart rate's near two hundred flat
You're running from the ghost of that
Old you, old shame, old stupid stress
Check the news on TV — what a mess!!!
Attaboy! Attaboy!
ATTABOY!


Two hundred BPM holy shit, man

ATTABOY!!!