A long long time ago I can still remember when That cycling use to make me smile And I knew if I got my chance That I would buy some Lycra pant And maybe I be happy for a while But July 2006 made me quiver When the Puerto Papers were delivered Bad news on the doorstep The UCI was of no help I can’t remember if I cried When I read about the Tours demises But something touched me deep inside The year that bike racing died
So bye bye to the peloton’s pride Drove my T/E levels to the limit and I don’t even know why And good ole boys were drinking Jack Daniels and Rye Singing this will be the year the Tour dies This will be the year the Tour dies
they tested me for hemocrit as if i could really give a shat if you trained the way i do your levels would be elavated too and just because i pulled away on one stage it was done with sweat pain and rage my lawyers will sort this one out i'll take suspension to come back no doubt and if i cast an untoward pall on the efforts of those who came before et al just remember back in the day the way they rode and pulled away too much blood in the blood was the only way if i done the same what can i say
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jhuskey said:
Music by Don Mclean
Lyrics butchered by me
A long long time ago I can still remember when That cycling use to make me smile And I knew if I got my chance That I would buy some Lycra pant And maybe I be happy for a while But July 2006 made me quiver When the Puerto Papers were delivered Bad news on the doorstep The UCI was of no help I can’t remember if I cried When I read about the Tours demises But something touched me deep inside The year that bike racing died
So bye bye to the peloton’s pride Drove my T/E levels to the limit and I don’t even know why And good ole boys were drinking Jack Daniels and Rye Singing this will be the year the Tour dies This will be the year the Tour dies
