We’ve won! We’ve won! We’ve won the gold medal!
Look at our style, oh just see how we pedal!
The sleekest, the slickest
The fleetest, the fittest
We streak past like lightning
As tension is tightening
Like arrows we whoosh down the road and the track
And then turn as we blaze and we burn our way back
And – yes! – here’s the end and the victory’s ours!
We’re heroes! We’ve made it! We’re legends! We’re stars!
We’ve won the gold medal, we’ve won it – hooray!
And we’ve not even left this old sofa all day.