I dash, I push, - and Iím ashamed to get up
My mouth full of sand, my eyes - of tears
On God forsaken height of seven-foot-one
The plank has stopped me just like I had feared.
Iíll confess to you like in a church
Thatís what athleteís life is all about
For a moment you are at the top
And the next moment youíre going down.
But I will reap and taste the forbidden fruit
And I will yank the tail of the beast named Fame
While everybody pushes with their left foot
I like to push with right, even though itís bad.
I dash, I push, - the crowd sees me falling
They boo and drag me down to the dumps
My Coach told me: "Man, it looks appalling.
You maybe think that this is a long jump?"
"You will pull groin if you donít stop
Pushing right is a laughable quirk
You will never be there on the top,
Youíll fall down despite of hard work."
But panting I explained to him: at the root
Of temporary troubles and my current plight
The fact that they all push with their left foot,
But I, myself, can only push with my right.
I dash, I push, - Iíll never catch the Frenchman
Heís laughing in my face as he flies by
I hit the plank again at seven-foot-one
And Coach told me looking in my eye:
That he will kill me with his bare hands
And that it will be for my own good
If - "I mean it!" - right there and then
I donít switch my wrong right pushing foot.
Iíll rather eat some venom or poisoned food
Or do some other damage to myself
I wonít quit pushing wrong, with my old right foot
I wonít start pushing right, that is, with my left.
The bleachers laughed as soon as they saw me run
But mockery could never kill my zeal
I dash, I push, I fly, and seven-foot-one
Becomes my past accomplishment for real.
And itís okay that my groin will hurt
And itís okay that I jumped myself limp
Now I know Iíve been to the top
And nobody pushed me off of it.
Thus, I got to taste the forbidden fruit
And I caught the tail of the Fame-animal
Thatís okay that they all push with their left foot
I will always push only with my right.