There once was a cyclist named Lance
Who rode 'round the world in tight pants
He won a seventh tour
Becoming legend for sure
But I'd like to forget if given the chance.
My husband spent hours in reverence
I know to many it doesn't make sense
On a hundred-mile ride he's been
In a heat index of one-hundred ten
The intensity has made him quite dense.
Tim will watch tour coverage for hours
From high mountains to fields with sunflowers
His eyes on the jersey of yellow
Cheers for the cancer-surving fellow
It's over...let's hit the showers.
I hope Lance and his hoopla disappear
He'll retire with smiles, no fear.
He'll have great fame and Sheryl
And a lifetime of Nike apparel
To give the regular guys chances next year
Who rode 'round the world in tight pants
He won a seventh tour
Becoming legend for sure
But I'd like to forget if given the chance.
My husband spent hours in reverence
I know to many it doesn't make sense
On a hundred-mile ride he's been
In a heat index of one-hundred ten
The intensity has made him quite dense.
Tim will watch tour coverage for hours
From high mountains to fields with sunflowers
His eyes on the jersey of yellow
Cheers for the cancer-surving fellow
It's over...let's hit the showers.
I hope Lance and his hoopla disappear
He'll retire with smiles, no fear.
He'll have great fame and Sheryl
And a lifetime of Nike apparel
To give the regular guys chances next year
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