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![]() Sorry to Hear There Won't be an NBA SeasonSorry to hear there won’t be an NBA Season I’m so sad and crying the blues Boycotting the hoops, millionaire players commit treason Where else can you see, so many horrid tattoos? Jumping into the air every twenty four seconds Each player built with a seven foot frame Self centered and egotistical, the fantasy world beckons Each player built, with a twenty four second, midget brain Running down the court, “Oh what a jump shot” See Spike Lee, screaming encouragement from the floor A millionaire by 22, number one draft pick “Up-Shot” He threatens the team owner, plays basketball, he wants more Pampered since high school, scouts attracted from the start “I think, I would like to play basketball at Duke” Without his fancy dribble, he’s checking aisles at the K-Mart A check of self importance, a quick thought, a quick refute Celtic Larry Bird and Captain Bob Cousy Basketball was once known as an American sport When a contract is made up by lawyers, you know it’s a doozy No wonder the players, ultimately wind up playing, in court The owners are altruistic, solid examples of generosity Revenue Sharing, “Don’t let the players impede” The owners represent, their own team of pomposity They’re in their own league, all teammates in greed The owners planned a “Full Court Press” The players countered with the old “Pick and Roll” The abused fans endured their game of distress They ignored the fans, plotting a monetary goal The fan is desolate, the NBA strike cuts like a knife Strike negotiations were not at all pleasant The fan is now forced to get on with his life Like in Rome, the fan is the ultimate peasant Sorry to hear there won’t be an NBA Season I hope they won’t play for a while Sitting on the couch, now I don’t have good reason I’ll paint the wall, the bathroom floor needs some new tile Send this Whackocard to your friends! |