He just woke up
With an ax headache
Split down his skull
Felt like a gardening rake
Every muscle was quivering
Every bone ached
Stumbled to the kitchen
To see what was what
The cats were waiting saying
Where’s the food Pop?
But his eyes couldn’t focus
His brain was a sham
The old fart wasn’t drunk
Just a round ball man
You just can’t run
You just cant’ pass
And oh my lord
He made an ass
Of his days of youth
When he had it all
Hey Pops!
Your 64!
You shouldn’t play basketball!
Hey Pops!
Your 64!
You shouldn’t play basketball!
(Repeat verses as long as you can)
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