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A long, long time ago... I can still remember...
my first Ribbon it was colored red I'd never felt that way before
Enlightened...And I knew the score Learned to live safe and celebrate our dead.
But Breaking news has made it harder To live strong with our latest martyr
All endorsement ceases...(in) a million little pieces
I felt something collide inside As I clutched my faithful TV Guide
We watched another Icon Fry And took the news in stride
{Refrain} So Bye, bye Mr. Cycling Guy
We enjoyed ya then destroyed ya But there's no need to cry
You peddled hard (And) Sold us all we can buy
Now it's time for you to play the fall guy. Time for us to find our next high.
(Verse 1) Did you sing 'The Greatest Love"?
And did you wear Michael Jackson's glove? And were you happy all that glitter wasn't
gold? And did you believe a man could fly?
Did you cry when E.T. hit the sky? And did you Use the Force just fine without
CGI?
Well I know that time is in the past And reality can creep up fast
But as we lean into these turns May I ask the class what we've learned?
Cause It might help to wonder where we're at
As we're Stern and ridicule the Girls we think are fat
And Cue the next Piano Playing Cat (Oh) We take these views in stride.
{Refrain} And now we're waving
Bye, bye Mr. Cycling Guy We enjoyed ya, then destroyed ya
But there's no need to cry You peddled hard
(And) Sold us all we can buy Now it's time for you to play the Fall Guy.
Time for us to find our next high.
(Verse 2) Are you living life in your own way?
(Well) If you do it wrong the price could be
the hell you pay At least the TV preacher told me so.
They said you must believe everything you hear
That's how I was raised to suckle on the King of Beers
And believe Old soap is New & Improved every year or so.
Oh, I hear your voices growing thin As they're drowned out by the crashing din
Of tables being turned Man, we love to watch them burn
But when perchance a lancing blow is struck And we drag our jokers through the muck
Will we kill this generation's luck? As we take the news in stride
{Refrain} But we keep waving
Bye, bye Mr. Cycling Guy We enjoyed ya then destroyed ya
But there's no need to cry You peddled hard
(And) Sold us all we can buy Now it's time for you to play the Fall Guy.
Time for us to find our next high.
(Verse 3) After The Twins were melted by air-terror
pelters Back when men would rather die
than hide in "Prepper Shelters" We all pulled together - real fast
Yeah we (re-)built this city, and the country too
Though we muddled through the mission for a term or two
And nearly broke it again with our 2-Live Bi-polar Crew's views
(Oh) But the masses got a taste of fame Bought the counter-culture and changed the
game Our street poet's beats got played
As if they ran out of things to say
Was it a twist of fate, or a cash injection? Some Bling to hold a fickle crowds affection?
All der fingers 'dey still pointed in da' Wrong Direction
We take these blues in stride.
{Refrain} They get you waving
Bye, bye Mr. Cycling Guy We enjoyed ya then destroyed ya
But there's no need to cry You peddled hard
(And) Sold us all we can buy Now it's time for you to play the Fall Guy.
Time for us to find our next high.
(Verse 4) (We all heard) The Classroom thunder split
the sky (But) Still we only frisk our kids and kicks
before they fly And (we) long for how things used to be
But when the camera crews were everywhere And J-Lo's dress was slit from there to there
We all asked "Hey; How can that be me?"
So while Britney Spears fought off Fred Durst The Housing Market bubble burst
From Court to Tru we turned While our Boardwalk Empires burned
And when the bankers cashed out on the quick Our Front Pages didn't tell us... zip
(See) We traded it all for a *** slip And we kissed the News goodbye!
{Refrain} Hey look we're waving
Bye, bye Mr. Cycling Guy We enjoyed ya then destroyed ya
But there's no need to cry You peddled hard
(And) Sold us all we can buy Now it's time for you to play the Fall Guy.
Time for us to find our next high.
(Outro -Final Verse) (Now) I don't say this to be mean
In fact I've learned from Charlie Sheen That time can heal (al)most all our sins.
So the hounds will stroke our next achiever Engorge us into True believers
Until we lose our will and kill The Bieber.
Cause we'll never quite stop sitting Shiva For Kim and Kanye to deliver
A brand new baby genius... And hope they'll name him..."Regis"
And the stars that we've inflated most Bonds, McGuire, and Sammy Sose
We'll hope the dope ropes them the most And greet...that news...with Pride.
{Slow Refrain} Yeah we'll be waving
"Bye, bye Cycling Asterisk Guys You were 'Roided, now you're Voided
But you don't get to cry You swung out hard
We bought your jerseys and sighed But now we've just run out of room for you
guys Sorry but This Hall's Occupied."
{Refrain} So Bye, bye Mr. Cycling Guys
We enjoy you then destroy you But there's no need to cry
You peddle hard Sell us all we can buy
And Now it's time for us to cheer our next lie.
(A Satirical Parody of "American Pie" by Don McLean)
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