Sung to the tune of ABBA's classic:
I don't wanna talk
About races we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's Autocourse history
I've played all my stops
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more Quali compounds to play
The winner takes it all
Paddy Lowe standing small
Beside the victory
That's his destiny
I was in Lawrence Stroll’s arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a DIL
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by Jakob’s rules
The FIA may throw the dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses one point held dear
The winner takes it all
Ed Wood has a trackday fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I lodge a protest within the specified timeframe?
But tell me Valterri, does Toto kiss
Like Johnny used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When Tony Ross calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know we miss you
But what can I say?
Claire must be obeyed
Charlie Whiting will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Correlation with tunnel figures staying low
The Grand Prix is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all
I don't wanna talk to the media
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake Felipe’s hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No downforce, but plenty of gearbox compliance
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all…
