There is one Grand Prix, to which one must go Without question or doubt, it’s Monaco Where commitments are final and often misgiving It’s tight and twisty and unforgiving I take a look back, in my rear-view mirror To 1996, here this couldn’t be clearer A race of attrition, with no immunity But for a small few, t’was pure opportunity Join me now, for a quick recap Of an epic race, lap after lap On a slippery track, with Schumi on pole Damon Hill snagged the lead, with commanding control He scampered away, as many were claimed By the walls and conditions, that couldn’t be tamed Thirteen cars remained, by end of lap five Far fewer still, by the end would survive Irvine and Frentzen,...
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