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