Somewhere in a hotel on the French / Italian border, Team Sky back room staff are having an emergency pre- Tour de France strategy meeting.
David: (Spoken)
Come July, against the Shark we’re gonna need every man we got.
Rod: (Spoken) Chris don't belong any more.
David: (Spoken) Cut
it, Rod, Chris’s been with the Skys since the start.
Rod: Well, he acts like he don't wanna belong.
Shane : Who wouldn't wanna belong to the Skys!
Steve: Yeah, don’t forget last year when we clobbered the Limes!
Shane: Which we couldn't have done without Chris.
David: Right! He's always come through for us and he will
now.
(sings)
When you're a Sky,
You're a Sky all the way
From your first protein
shake
To your last dyin' day.
When you're a Sky,
If the spit hits the fan,
You got brothers around,
You're a family man!
You're never alone,
You're never
disconnected!
You're home with your
own:
When company's expected,
You're well protected
(especially in the mountains)!
Then you are set
With a capital S,
Which you'll never forget
Till they scrape up the
mess.
When you're a Sky,
You stay a Sky!
(spoken) I know Chris like I know me. I guarantee you can
count him in.
Rod: In, out,
let's get crackin'.
Shane: Where you
gonna find Vincenzo?
David: At
dinner tonight at the hotel.
Shane: But the hotel's neutral territory!
David: (innocently) I'm gonna make nice there!
I'm only gonna challenge him.
Rod: Great,
Daddy-O!
David: So
everybody Rapha up, sweet and sharp.
ALL (sing)
Oh, when the Skys fall in
at the hotel restaurant,
We'll be the sharpest
dressed gang in France!
And when the chicks dig
us in our Jet black threads,
They're gonna flip, gonna
flop, gonna wilt like plants!
David: (Spoken)
Hey. Cool. Easy. Sweet. Meet at the bar at ten. And walk tall!
Steve: We always walk tall!
Shane: We're Skys!
Steve: The greatest!
Steve
and Shane (sing)
When you're a Sky,
You're the top cat in
town,
With the gold medal kid
And the heavyweight
crown!
When you're a Sky,
You're the swingin'est
thing:
Little boy, you're a man;
Little man, you're a
king!
ALL
Come July, come the
Skys
Like bats out of hell.
Someone gets in our way,
Someone don't feel so
well!
Shane: (Spoken) Ha ha, yeah! Like that Canadian!
Rod: Shut up Shane! That backfired!
ALL (Sing)
Here come the Skys:
Little world, step aside!
Better go underground,
Better run, better hide!
We're drawin' the line,
So keep your noses
hidden!
We're hangin' a sign,
Says "Visitors
forbidden"
And we ain't kiddin'!
Here come the Skys,
Yeah! And we're gonna
beat
Every last vuggin' gang
On the whole vuggin'
street!
On the whole!
Ever!
Mother!
Lovin'!
Street!
Yeah!
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With sincere apologies to Stephen Sondheim and Leonard Bernstein. Please find original material at http://www.westsidestory.com/site/level2/lyrics/lyrics.html
