Tour de France

Verse
Hee hee

I feel the cold

Despite the fat

I’ve been around

Since Mike was black

Tempers flare

When in a crowd

I lock my door

And stay a %$^%

ChorusIt’s speculated

Yes it’s speculated

It’s speculated

That indeed I might be a ^%$£VerseBlondes in ranges

Trailing horses

Stuck up ^%$£&*^

That’s Britons classes

Head to town

You can’t go fast

There’s &^%$£ in lycra

It’s Tour de FranceLet them ride

Those lycra mites

Into crowds of wolves

I hope they bite

I beg your pardon

You’ve quite the right

It’s speculated

I’m full of ^&%$£

ChorusIt’s speculated

Yes it’s speculated

It’s speculated

That indeed I might be a %$£@VerseI start to shout

Then simmer down

Just like the Fonze

I’m cooler now

A Buddhist monk

I’ve got the call

No need to shave

It’s on the floorI Don’t have friends

That I can call

I lost their numbers

Or binned them all

I’m either high

Or in a grump

And it’s speculated

That I’m a %^$£

It is speculated

It’s been speculatedHow is life so

Shake it up

Elvis

Is a %^&*

I’m innocent – no prints

I’m innocent – no prints

I’m innocent – no prints

I’m just kidding – ^%$£ChorusIt’s speculated

Yes it’s been speculated

It’s been speculated that indeed

I might be a %^&*Hee heeWe have your results, Mr Bellissi

And it’s speculated, that indeed you are a &^%$