Sing this to the tune of Gilligan?s Island:
Just sit right back and you?ll hear a tale ? a tale of a fateful race
That wends its way through Beantown ? with a Nor?easter in your face.
Tallrunner was a mighty racing man ? PBJ like an escaped con
The runners toed the starting line for a three hour ?thon, which starts in Hopkinton.
The weather kept on getting worse
The pessimists did pout,
If not for the spirit of the Pro and crew
The monsoon would win out, the Boomers would drop out.
They kissed the ground on Boylston Street, once they crossed the finish line,
With MCSolar, Hermosaboy, Doc Robin, and Egret,
Winejunky, Sans Souci and Bobscamman
Are here at the Boston Blowout.
