Come and listen to a story about a man named Kirt
A poor VOS'ineer, barely kept from gettin hurt,
Then one day he was shootin at win,
And up through his legs came the thought of racer sin' crude.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.
Well the first thing you know ol' Kirt's a Webcore goon,
Old teammates said Kurt move away real soon
They said Austin Texas is the place you ought to be
So he loaded up the truck and took off without a pee.
Tejas... flats, that is. Head winds, Football Crits.
Its The Bickel Hillbillies!
And from all report he's winning crits by lapping the field and Stage races by margins!
Sooooooooooo, Set a spell, take yer shoes off, but don't come back now, Ya hear!
Good job buddy!