My third, I've won again
Another gold at US Nationals
I've heard the FSA
Thinks I'm too bold, perhaps irrational
A dumb drug reference here
Or fits of tears, in such a dear way
They'd best get used to me
I do it Weir's way

Why think before I speak?
It's such a blast, I'm a loose cannon
Though Uncle Dick might freak
It gets a laugh from Terry Gannon
Though my big mouth they fear
The people cheer, look at the replays
The US Champ is here
And does it Weir's way

Yes there were times I wasn't nice
When I took off, I'd mop up the ice
And though you wish I wouldn't speak
I picked the perfect time to peak
I didn't fold, I won the gold
And won it Weir's way

Go on, laugh at my clothes
Or my red string for the Kabbalah
Just wait 'till next year's show
I'll wear a dress, skate to Madonna
Torino's my next stop
"Over the top" is such a cliche
Oh no, that's so not me
I do it Weir's way

For what makes a man the best on skates?
Is it the jumps? Is it the lace?
If what I am don't make you squeal
Talk to my glove - it's named Camille!*
Through highs and lows, I'll strike a pose
And do it Weir's way!

I'll do it Weir's way...