Who Stole My Bodyglide?


Liner Notes: Just as with our affinity for Chamois Butt'r, our love of Bodyglide transcends running, cycling, triathlon, and rock and roll. In fact, it at one of his first running races ever that an un-named Ironband guitarist asked to borrow a friend's Bodyglide to prep his feet for the long run ahead when his friend replied, "Dude, do you know where I use this stuff?" From that point on it became an unspoken rule that nobody borrow's anyone's Bodyglide...though the occasional Bodyglide theft is still reported just prior to a race.

Race day, hit the TA,
The sun is startin' to show
Got my bike, my shoes, my goggles too
Man, I'm ready to roll

Lay out my gear, put my swim cap on
Check my inner tube
Then I sense that something's wrong
As I prep for a pre-race lube

Where could it be, that stick of joy
Like magic when applied, feels so good it's bona fide
What the hell, somebody swiped my Bodyglide!

Who stole my Bodyglide
Man, that ain cool
Now I'm gonna chafe all day
And look like a fool

Who stole my Bodyglide
That just ain't right
Cause my feet, my arms, my inner thighs
Are raw and burnin' bright

Make it through the swim intact
But my wetsuit's rubbin' me
Throw on my shoes, hit the bike
It's gonna hurt, I guarantee

Finish strong, hit the run
Poor feet are gonna burn
Hit the turn, feel a blister pop
I think it's time to be concerned

Where could it be, that stick of joy
Like magic when applied, feels so good it's bona fide
What the hell, somebody swiped my Bodyglide!

Who stole my Bodyglide
Man, that ain cool
Now I'm gonna chafe all day
And look like a fool

Who stole my Bodyglide
That just ain't right
Cause my feet, my arms, my inner thighs
Are sore and burnin' bright