the End (Requiem for F1)

the End (Requiem for F1)

(Poem by the Wombat of the Blue Orange Lion)

This is the end
Of F1 then
This is the end
For crazy fans... the end

Of FOTA's latest plans... the end
Of F1 cars that roar... the end
No pile-ups or surprise... the end
You'll never never watch an F1 race... again

Can you picture what will be
No teams and no grand prix
Desperately in need... of some... stranger's hand
In a... desperate land

Lost in a roman wilderness of greed
With zero drivers on the grid
Zero drivers on the grid
Waiting for the decent bid... yeah

There's danger for the orgy clown
Ride the new highway... baby
Weird scenes inside the paddock
Ride the highway west... baby

Ride the whip... ride the whip...
Shake your hips... the pensioner's hips... baby
The whip is long... seven miles
Ride the whip... it's rough and it's hit is tough

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here... and we'll do the rest

The red bus is calling us!
The red bus is calling us!
Luca! Where you're taking us?

The driver awoke before dawn... he put his boots on
He took a helmet from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the pit lane
He went into the motorhome where his team boss lived... and then he
Paid a visit to his manager... and then he...
He walked on down the pit lane
And he came to a door... and he looked inside
Bernie! Yes, son? I want to kill you...
Max... I want to... F#@k you

C'mon Bernie, take a chance with us!
C'mon Bernie, take a chance with us!
C'mon Bernie, take a chance with us!
And meet me at the back of the pit lane tonight
Red rum all night
C'mon! Yeah!

Sniff! Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!

This is the end
Of F1 then
This is the end
For crazy fans... the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of new rules and soft lies
The end of teams we tried to buy