The story begins near where most stories end
In a big crumbling mansion up over the bend
Where a man called the Once-George, he sits in a chair
Alone, by himself, with nobody, nowhere
If you go to his mansion on just the right day
He'll tell you how open-wheel wound up this way
The sport, it was wondrous, fun-filled and fast
You could make lots of money even if you were last
With names like Andretti, Mears, Foyt, and Andretti
And they well overshadowed Gant, Earnhardt and Petty
A family business, this track, in Indy, the crown jewel
It fell to the hands of the Once-George, the fool
The Once-George had changes, he said on defense,
"If you'll listen my changes, they all make much sense!
More ovals, more drivers from the US of A
A new cheaper car that won't cost much to pay"
And while all that he said it did make sense, indeed
Everyone knew the real reason was greed
So he remade the schedule, he remade the car
He remade the series, he went way too far
There was no one to stop him, its like he was blind
The team owners felt like he'd kicked their behind
A split then occurred, all the stars on one side
On the other, the Once-George, with track and a ride
A war soon began, oh boy it was rough
For fans, to pick the right side it was tough
The tradition was there, but was it real Indy,
With drivers named Calkins, Lazier, Giaffone?
And the stars of the future, still stuck in the blocks?
They headed down south, to run in the stocks
But the Once-George was winning 'gainst the people he hated
He watched as the big time team-owners migrated
The other big series it started to fail
They hung in for awhile, until finally, BAIL
The Once-George came in and bought up what remained
And NOW it was time to go reap what he'd gained!
…but there was nothing gained, no--everyone lost
The original reasons for splitting were tossed
It was much as before, 'cept the fans were all gone
There weren't many sponsors, alas and anon
Till finally the Once-George's family shouted
"You've ruined us!", and then they voted him outed
Now the Once-George is a shadow, and simply aghast
Because, "…why didn't someone speak up in the past?
There should have been someone, something or another
To speak for the fans to myself or my mother
I would have listened!" is what Once-George says
But the truth is that greed clogged his ears up those days
And the truth is the creature who spoke for the fans
Was listening closely and filled up his stands
Sure people may mock him and call him a tool
But he'll never, no NEVER be a Once-George-type fool
The creature who speaks for the fans is still here
And the Lor-France don't care if you boo or you cheer