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Ludwig Von 88
Sprint
The Athletes
The athletes run naked in the streets
The athletes are swept like Panzer tanks
The athletes your are inflated, they fuel with ether
At 420 chrono, Hunaudières straight line
They swim and dive like Johnny Weissmuller
The athletes live to the fullest , drowned by the great outdoors
Optimal shape, stuffed with spinach
Will the athletes be ready for the big night?
Please take a seat
On your starting blocks
The tension rising
The sweat flowing
And onward, the contenders
The outsiders and the favorites
When we there hon the beasts, the public must shudder
When the suspense peaks the people must turn pale
Suffer to death, for a record
Push the limits, bring down the stopwatches
Come on greens, yellows, reds, blood, speed
A unique performance, adrenaline rush
Oh how beautiful they are,
Oh how they run quickly,
They are the elite of our herds
Athletes are to men what we are to larvae
They have no equal in attracting sorrel
br/>They are like concrete, built like bunkers
In the 400 meter freestyle, they swim like sardines
They run faster, always in circles
Like Commander Cousteau runs after the fish
They go further, always further
Like Paul-Emile Victor runs after the penguins
Athletes no longer have brain
Athletes feel lighter
They go faster, they avoid thinking
Saving time and energy