Al Final Salió El Sol

In the end, the sun came out
Half the crew hears me
When I get ready to pedal, I prep my bottle
Whether it's water or electrolytes

Avoiding a big crash
A time trial at the Planche
"What did they do?" champ
Damn, my mom!

I hop on the red arch, I'm the launcher on the train
They call this a competition, but all I see is control
Not much effort to be first like Contador
They'll always keep selling you the hype, dude

They wanted cycling, and I brought it in a jar, bro
Like Thibaut Pinot, it felt way too long
Like Carapaz, I was breaking the contract
And like Evenepoel, I remodeled the holy watt

They wanted bikes, and I brought the extraordinary flow
Like a Bianchi, the pure show almost daily
Like a stage with chained climbs
Cycling slang like a dictionary

I'm Tadeo Jones
New cycling, sad the banner, bro
Jumbo came in strong with Latinos INEOS
Formula Matxin inside Tadeo's body
No more trains with a splash

Like a tsunami, Hirschi came, a new runner
Frying attacks like Van der Poel's watts
I have the innate class since kindergarten
It runs in the family, grandson of Pou Pou

Do you move watts? I want a job
Don't worry, let's take it slow
And other crap of the same kind
So tell me, dolphin
What do I have hanging here?

Case closed
Here we come crying and under pressure
The tools cost five bucks in the bottle cage
It's another anthem for the few that I give away

Fifteen hundred for the Colnago like a religion
Here we come crying and under pressure
The tools cost five bucks in the bottle cage
It's another anthem for the few that I give away

I'm the positive COVID case of director Prudhomme.