Baladeer wrote:
I made some changes in the lyrics although I didn't re-record. Sadly, "You're just too good to be true; I can't take my eyes off of you" was taken.
http://picosong.com/xsci/You got your Mike and you got your Kip.
Organized races? That’s how you slip.
You have to do something, you can control.
Here’s how you do it. Drum roll?
Pick a big target, say coast to coast.
Post it on Facebook, make sure you boast.
Talk to the papers, the Mail and the Sun.
Tell them of all the miles you’ve run.
Find lots of races, many not real.
No one cares, wins you can steal.
Build up those miles, build up your fame.
Build up you ego. And live with no shame.
Now you've got people talking about you,
All excited about what you will do.
You control the data, that is the key.
Only show what you want them to see.
Get you a sponsor, How about Skins?
Hook, line, and sinker, when you speak of your wins.
Now you are ready, how can you fail?
But a warning, you might end up in jail.
Head to California, get an RV.
Someone else pays, it’s always free.
With like-minded scammers, start heading east.
Savor the joys of your moveable feast.
Post on the web, how things are going.
People will believe, no way of them knowing.
So our event, it began per our plan.
We kept posting the miles I "ran".
Alas Mike and Kip, what did I do?
I made the mistake that caught each of you.
I failed to account for the LRC sleuths.
Who had a keen sense about running truths.
Those Yanks, they are an inquisitive bunch.
They keep digging if they have just a hunch.
And dig and dig until they find gold.
And expose each of the lies they were told.
I was posting my splits, some were bizarre.
No way to do it, too fast and too far.
And my history, left little room for doubt.
It didn’t take Miss Marple, to figure it out.
When I began, I wan’t quite fit.
To get the record in a way that’s legit.
Bad were the videos, the RV so slow.
I was riding along, sipping some Joe.
Worse was the guy who showed up at one.
AM, that is, who came for a run.
He looked here, he looked there,
He couldn’t find me anywhere.
But he saw my RV as it moved.
I must be inside, and that’s how he proved.
That crossing the country was pretty easy.
When you enjoy part of it in your RV.
Some people spoke up, they still believed Lance.
Said I was a good guy, just give me a chance.
But the writing was on the wall, so my foot got sore.
I knew it couldn’t last anymore.
The RV abandoned, so was my "race".
Time for more interviews all over the place.
There are those who’ll believe me and always will.
Which is why no matter what, you go in for the kill.