Run, run, fast as you can you can   You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man   Run, run, fast as you can you can   You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man      Buddy didn't say I'm sorry   Buddy didn't ask to be excused   Buddy didn't beg your pardon   When he steps on you      He leaves too much fat on these t-bones   Jerk   I know he's gonna leave without cleaning up again   He knows I'll do it   Damn this knife is dull   I know I just sharpened it yesterday   I know he used it   He knows it's my favorite knife   It's not supposed to be this way   Everyone says that if you come back   It's better than it was before   But, but it's no different   And what about the light? - what about the blue light?   There's supposed to be a beautiful blue light   But all I saw was eels   Eels squirming everywhere   And life doesn't have any more meaning   only Buddy   It should have been him   And he should, should have stayed there with the eels   And, and, and all I can think about are his hands   His hands and how they look graceful and strong and, and, and sensitive   As they slice a section of rump roast   Or, or split the hindquarters of a lamb   And all I can think about are those same hands   How they must caress the face of his wife   And tie the shoe laces of his children   And, and   I can't stop   I can't stop      I can't stop