From: "Capcomop" <capcomop@prodigy.net>
Subject: Song parody: How you remind me (for Speedy and his press ability)
Date: Friday, February 15, 2002 1:24 AM

How You Remind Me
by Capcomop

After speedy's press conference that was fully of...oh gee...mum...sh...no...cr... ok I'm watching my language so make it up. To quote a coworker..."that sound you hear outside the skating arena is not the Utah winds its the Speedy's brain being sucked out of his head!"

Song info:
Phil = Phil Hersh
Jacque = prez of IOC
IOC - say it eye-oc

Thought I would move into the 21st century with this parody so it is done to the tune of Nickleback's "How You Remind Me"

Love from Speedy to the world!

Couldn't fool 'em, I'm no wise man
I'm an Italian man into scheming
Trying to act like a blind man
I'm sick of nobody buying my reasons
And this is how Phil reminds me
This is how IOC reminds me
Of what I really am
This is how Jacque reminds me
Of what I really am

It's not like me to say sorry
Tomorrow I'll have a different story
This time your mistaken
For handing me a sport worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I been down
At the bottom of every scandal
These five words scream in your head
"Is he making sense yet"

yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no

You didn't really wanna' know that
Only Canadians would ask that question
Are we gonna' fix the problem
I'll quote the rules to avoid a decision

And this is how IOC reminds me
Of what I really am
This is how Jacque reminds me
Of what I really am

It's not like me to say sorry
Tomorrow I'll have a different story
This time your mistaken
For handing me a sport worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I been down
At the bottom of every scandal
These five words scream in your head
"Is he making sense yet"

yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no

Couldn't fool 'em, I'm no wise man
I'm an Italian man into scheming
And this is how Phil reminds me
This is how IOC reminds me
This is how Jacque reminds me
Of what I really am

It's not like me to say sorry
Tomorrow I'll have a different story
This time your mistaken
For handing me a sport worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I been down
At the bottom of every scandel
These five words scream in your head
"Is he making sense yet"

yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no
yet, yet, yet, no, no



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