[Intro] (Instrumental intro with gritty guitar, vintage piano, and bold horn stabs) [Verse 1] Midnight in SoCal, the moon is pulling strings The tide is running high, bringing silvery things They got the perfect alibi, under cover of the dark A two-hour window to leave an evolutionary mark No escape route, baby, it’s a desperate gamble Watch 'em hit the wet sand, watch 'em flop and scramble! [Chorus] Do the Grunion run! (Yeah, the Grunion run!) Leave your nets at home, we're catching 'em for fun (Bare hands, bare hands!) Thirty to a person when the moon is bright! We’re making baby fishes in the pale moonlight! [Verse 2] She digs in tail first, right into the wet sand He wraps right around her—oh, ain't nature grand? Ten days hidden, it's an empty crime scene Watch out for the tractors and that grooming machine! Here come the Greeters with the flashlights shining red Scoring on the Walker scale to see how they bred! [Chorus] Do the Grunion run! (Yeah, the Grunion run!) Leave your nets at home, we're just having fun (Bare hands, bare hands!) Thirty to a person when the tide recedes! Just a silver little fish fulfilling all its needs! [Guitar Solo] (Stinging electric guitar solo with heavy tube distortion and soaring saxophone) [Outro] I said, do the Grunion run! (Yeah, the Grunion run!) Thirty fish max, yeah the law has won! (Bare hands, bare hands!) April, May, and June, you gotta let 'em be! Watch 'em flop around, then swim back to the sea! (To the sea, to the sea!) Case closed, baby. [End]
