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Published on Jul 21, 2012
I made this up the other day for a bit of fun. I'd like to think Bradley Wiggins and Kevin Rowland would both approve! It's not in my key, so excuse that.
Here are the lyrics anyway so you can sing along (if you're that way inclined)
Wiggo! Wiggo! Wiggo! Wiggo!
Back in twenty twelve on the Tour de France (oh Wiggo) When the Cavendish sprint made his bicycle dance (go-oh-oh Wiggo-o) Oh the sight of a target on your cycling shoes After weeks of riding, and following Froome The coolest hair on the Tour that's right, just, Optimal cadence, keeping Evans in sight
A cycling inspiration, in the peloton You were Brad 'bon coureur', the rider that won And now just look at us as we're looking up at you No you're not being flash it's what, you're built to do
That man took the stage, and the yellow shirt (oh Wiggo) This man took no drugs, left the field with a spurt (go-oh-oh Wiggo-o)
The crowd, they all hailed you and chanted your name But they never knew like we knew how your legs were in pain And now it's all over, it won't be the same,brrrr, You led me, you sped me, I'll remember your name
A cycling inspiration, in the peloton You were 'le Gentleman', 'le champion' And now just look at us as we're looking up at you No you're not being flash it's what, you're built to do