Song parody of
Giants of the Road
by Doctor Octave
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His right hand holds a pistol
The hubbub quickly stops
Then slowly with his left hand He removes his pocket watch
They stare in anticipation
As he holds the pistol high
The riders on the Tour
At last are on their way
Vive lá France
Is on everyone's lips today
Everybody cheers
This gigantic randonnée
La Belle Époque
Is surely in its heyday
An adventurer breaks free
From the peloton
Crouched over their machines
The chase is on
These giants of the road
With glory in their sights
Push forever onwards to the City Of Lights
They disregard the dust
They battle through the heat
Vive lá France
We'll bring the nation to its feet
Every rider must
Stare down the prospect of defeat
La Belle Époque
The taste of victory is sweet
Put a drop of strychnine in the brandy
Gulp it down with a vintage Hermitage
It won't do any harm
If you grease the judges palms
You'll find that they are blind to any sabotage
An adventurer breaks free
From the peloton
Crouched over their machines
The chase is on
These giants of the road
With glory in their sights
Push forever onwards to the City Of Lights
His right hand holds a pistol
The hubbub quickly stops
Then slowly with his left hand He removes his pocket watch
They stare in anticipation
As he holds the pistol high
The riders on the Tour
At last are on their way
Vive lá France
Is on everyone's lips today
Everybody cheers
This gigantic randonnée
La Belle Époque
Is surely in its heyday
An adventurer breaks free
From the peloton
Crouched over their machines
The chase is on
These giants of the road
With glory in their sights
Push forever onwards to the City Of Lights
They disregard the dust
They battle through the heat
Vive lá France
We'll bring the nation to its feet
Every rider must
Stare down the prospect of defeat
La Belle Époque
The taste of victory is sweet
Put a drop of strychnine in the brandy
Gulp it down with a vintage Hermitage
It won't do any harm
If you grease the judges palms
You'll find that they are blind to any sabotage
An adventurer breaks free
From the peloton
Crouched over their machines
The chase is on
These giants of the road
With glory in their sights
Push forever onwards to the City Of Lights
