Professional Cycling - Kazahkstan Pie

To be sung in time with Don McLean's "American Pie"

Kazahkstan Pie:

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How le tour used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those pedals dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But Vino made me shiver
With every lie he'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his epic ride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day le tour died.

We were singing bye, bye Kazahkstan Pie,
Doped some homologous blood, but the blood wasn't mine,
Them Kazhakstan's are drinking EPO & Wine,
Singing this'll be the day le Tour dies,
This'll be the day le Tour dies..

Did you write the book of Lance,
And do you have faith in Tyler & Floyd,
If the UCI tells you so?
Do you believe in David Millar,
Can T-Mobile save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to pedal real clean?

Well, I know that you've never tested positive,
`cause I saw you dopin' in the gym.
You both took off your yellow wristbands,
Man, I dig those lies again.

I was a lonely teenage junior racer,
With a yellow jersey and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day le tour died.

We were singing bye, bye Kazahkstan Pie,
Doped some homologous blood, but the blood wasn't mine,
Them Kazhakstan's are drinking EPO & Wine,
Singing this'll be the day le Tour dies,
This'll be the day le Tour dies..

Now for ten years we’ve been believin the hype
And Pros pedal fast on EPO,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When Merckx & Indurain were King,
In a coat of Yellow, Polka Dot, or Green
And a voice that came from Phil Ligget cried,

We were singing bye, bye Kazahkstan Pie,
Doped some homologous blood, but the blood wasn't mine,
Them Kazhakstan's are drinking EPO & Wine,
Singing this'll be the day le Tour dies,
This'll be the day le Tour dies..

now, that's art right there folks.

well done, perhaps some tweaking to rhyme, and fit the measure here and there and you've really got something.

Lyrics that don't need to be changed to fit well:

They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling an tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin to catch me ridin dirty

My how some "art" forms have degraded over the past 30 years. :rolleyes:

My how some "art" forms have degraded over the past 30 years. :rolleyes:it's postmodernism.