Where do I begin
To tell the story of how fixed a sport can be
Judges coercing, well, that's older than the sea
The simple truth about the scores not meant to be
Where do I start?

With a quid pro quo
They gave new meaning to a score of 5.9
A sweet gold medal to a routine not so fine
It gave the fans and crowd a good reason to whine
"It's so unfair!"

The silvered pair
They landed all their spins
With flawless grace
It gave the crowd big grins
They won their hearts
But not the gold
Now everywhere they go
They're never lonely
Hounded by press
Who could be lonely?
The cameras pan
They're always there

How long will this last
Will judges measure gold by bribes that come their way
Will they come clean or be another Kenneth Lay
Will we remember all of this by end of May
And will we caaaare?