"His name was Tiger" sing-a-long

His name was Tiger, he was a biker
With pink panelled shorts and matching shirt cut down to there
He would pedal, and do a wheelie
And while he tried to be a star, Hundy always set the bar
Along a muddy trail, they biked from 8 till 4
They were young(ish) and they had each other
Who could ask for more?

At the Mountain (Mount!), Mount Victor-i-a (Victor-i-a)
The hottest spot north of Makara (here)
At the Mountain (Mount!), Mount Victor-i-a
Peddling and skidding were always the bidding
At the Mountain....they had some lols

(Mount Victor-i-a)

His name was Lynskey, he wore a tutu
He was escorted to the trail, he saw Tiger bikin' there
And when he finished, he called him over
But Lynskey went a bit too far, Hundy sailed across the bar
And then the crank bolts flew and egos were smashed in two
There was blood and sweat and tears
But just who roosted who?

At the Mountain (Mount!), Mount Victor-i-a (Victor-i-a)
The hottest spot north of Makara (here)
At the Mountain (Mount!), Mount Victor-i-a
Peddling and skidding were always the bidding
At the Mountain....they had some lols

(Mount. . Victor-i-a)
(Mount Victor-i-a) (Victor-i-a, ahh ahh ahh ahh)
(Ahh ahh ahh ahh Mount Victor-i-a)
(Talking Makara have a banana)
(Peddling and skidding... always the bid--ding)

His name is Tiger, he was a biker
But that was many years ago, when they used to rule a show
Now it's a bike race, but not for tiger
Still in the shirt he used to wear, and faded pink shorts with a tear
He sits there so refined, and he drinks to unwind
He lost his youth and he lost his Hundy
Now he's lost his mind!

At the Mountain (Mount!), Mount Victor-i-a (Victor-i-a)
The hottest spot north of Makara (here)
At the Mountain (Mount!), Mount Victor-i-a
Peddling and skidding were always the bidding
At the Mountain....don't fall over

(Mountain) don't fall over
Victor-i-a
Victor-i-a