A Song from Andrew Cameron

She grabs her chammy cream
She packs her red box and goes
She checks the washing list on the wall
Curses come from her throat
‘Cause she knows
She’ll be here much too long, scrubbing pots
He smokes his cigarettes
He stays supine ’till it’s gone
Funny how we couldn’t see it all
Till he won his stage
In Sudan
Wearing steel toed boots and his jeans
And we always say
Cape Town is still a few months away, TDA
And if we keep on pedallin’ like we do
Even with our runny poo
The trouble understand
Is we’ got bike parts he don’t
He would do anything short of a crawl
And bleat like a goat
So we know
Just by what’s been said at a “Rider Meeting”
And we always say
Cape Town is still a few weeks away
And if we keep on pedallin’ like we do
Even with a broken left, shoe
Now the race is done
Back in the toilets we pee
Have to ween ourselves from the shovel
And we change our clothes
But we know
The biggest thing we’ll miss, is my flatulence
And we’ll always say
Cape Town is, only a day’s ride away TDA
And if we keep on pedallin’ like we do
A different meat that we will now chew
Well we, always say
Cape Town is only a few k away
And if we keep on pedallin’ like we do
Bikes held together with super glue
Our butt cheeks turning black and blue
I’m finally done now, for listening, thank you

Andy C.