| Song | Running Thoughts |
| Artist | Deerhoof |
| Album | Sur La Mer Samp-Le-Mer |
| They were called The Runners Four | |
| Always slipping through the back door | |
| When they come ashore | |
| Sneaking through their precious load, | |
| Cheating customs in a speedboat | |
| When they come in from far away | |
| Oh they never can stay | |
| They fly away to other skies | |
| With the sun in their eyes | |
| Make their entrance two by two | |
| Bringing us a thought that's so new | |
| Whistling secret tunes | |
| And smuggling through their precious smile | |
| Breaking customs for a short while |