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I'll be here tweeting the whole thing live,
 
I'll be here tweeting the whole thing live,
 
So guys, be loquacious; show off your gall!
 
So guys, be loquacious; show off your gall!
What did you say his mother was again?
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What did you say his mother was again? (A basketball.)
  
A basketball. A Basketball.
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A basketball.  
After all, she's bouncing like she had a bottle of Adderall.  
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After all, she's bouncing like she had a bottle of Adderall.  
She's also fat--not sure if I mentioned that--twenty-nine  
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She's also fat--not sure if I mentioned that--
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Twenty-nine inches wide from all sides, to be exact.
  
inches wide from all sides, to be exact.
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Man, that's wack. I object! But, to change the subject,  
 
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I double dribbled your Mom's bombs and she liked it.
Man, it's wack. I object! But, to change the subject,  
 
I double dribbled through Mom's bombs and she liked it.
 
 
Now I'm flying higher than a -- Viper,
 
Now I'm flying higher than a -- Viper,
 
Where you're airing free throws like a drunken sniper.
 
Where you're airing free throws like a drunken sniper.
  
 
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I believe you need a reason like you're Zeppelin Piper.
I don't believe you need a reason like you're Zeppelin Piper.
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If your mom were on Tinder, I'd swipe her right 'cuz I like her
If your mother were on Tinder, I'd swipe her right cuz I like her
 
 
She's spherical, meaningful, clear and clerical,
 
She's spherical, meaningful, clear and clerical,
 
A leather planet with the gravity that makes it equivocal  
 
A leather planet with the gravity that makes it equivocal  
  
Ooh, feeling it now, moves smooth so enjoyed
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Ooh, feeling it now, moves smooth, so adored.
worlds hearing it now, down under to Detroit.
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World's hearing it now, down under to Detroit.
 
Pity the pal who fails to score a swish,
 
Pity the pal who fails to score a swish,
Never gonna hit the buzzer cuz she just won't fit!
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Never gonna hit the buzzer 'cuz she just won't fit!
Not that curly's bad boys,
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Not that curvy's bad boys, who ---?
Who fun and found it.
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But the women's NBA's not all round and rad.
But the Women's NBA's not all round and rad.
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Don't be lose ground, be a man;
Don't be round--be a man
 
 
Do they fit basketballs with gastric bands?
 
Do they fit basketballs with gastric bands?
  
Oedipus Rex, Electra complex, Pegasus reigns on these state springs but I digress.
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Oedipus Rex, Electra complex,  
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Pegasus reigns on these state springs but I digress.
 
Surf's up! I board a tidal wave of jump
 
Surf's up! I board a tidal wave of jump
Your box probably don't even pump, chump.
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Your box probably don't even pump, chump. (Sup?)
 
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I got pump up box, I pump my bar in my hand.
Sup?
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And shoot infinity points from up across this land
I got pump up box, I pump bar in my hand.
 
Shoots infinity points from up across this land
 
 
So you can't pass the man if you know what's best, son.
 
So you can't pass the man if you know what's best, son.
 
'Less you wanna become a Cuban guessing lesson.
 
'Less you wanna become a Cuban guessing lesson.
  
Slam dunk, foul? Ref, make the call!
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Slam dunk! (Foul?) Ref, make the call!
 
Oh gee, oh gosh, this is all too much
 
Oh gee, oh gosh, this is all too much
 
Guys, I gotta confide--I'm just an actress, y'all
 
Guys, I gotta confide--I'm just an actress, y'all
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And that your mother will always be a basketball
 
And that your mother will always be a basketball
  
Basketball, a basketball. If you're listening, your mother is a basketball.
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Basketball, a basketball.  
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If you're listening, your mother is a basketball.
 
That's right, you! Your mother is a basketball.
 
That's right, you! Your mother is a basketball.
 
She's a basketball, bouncing faster all,
 
She's a basketball, bouncing faster all,
over the rainbow in the stair,
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Over the rainbow in the stair,
Somehow, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere.
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Somehow, somewhere, someway, somewhere.
 
 
 
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Revision as of 11:09, 27 October 2016

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Lyrics

 
Your mother's so fat they didn't call Ghostbusters
Stay Puft Man was all, "I don't trust her."
In other words, she ate him.
Stay Puft Man's big, so that's how we know she's fat--
Just to clarify.

Basketball, a basketball.
Yeah, well, your mother is a basketball.
I went there: your mother is a basketball.
A basketball, she's a basketball.

Stop. Everybody take 5.
Good show, guys, but I don't feel a vibe.
Let it all out; don't hold back; incriminate.
Here on this court, you gotta push it to the limit, mate.
Reach deep inside, throw the shots, come alive. 
I'll be here tweeting the whole thing live,
So guys, be loquacious; show off your gall!
What did you say his mother was again? (A basketball.)

A basketball. 
After all, she's bouncing like she had a bottle of Adderall. 
She's also fat--not sure if I mentioned that--
Twenty-nine inches wide from all sides, to be exact. 

Man, that's wack. I object! But, to change the subject, 
I double dribbled your Mom's bombs and she liked it.
Now I'm flying higher than a -- Viper,
Where you're airing free throws like a drunken sniper.

I believe you need a reason like you're Zeppelin Piper.
If your mom were on Tinder, I'd swipe her right 'cuz I like her
She's spherical, meaningful, clear and clerical,
A leather planet with the gravity that makes it equivocal 

Ooh, feeling it now, moves smooth, so adored.
World's hearing it now, down under to Detroit.
Pity the pal who fails to score a swish,
Never gonna hit the buzzer 'cuz she just won't fit!
Not that curvy's bad boys, who ---?
But the women's NBA's not all round and rad.
Don't be lose ground, be a man;
Do they fit basketballs with gastric bands?

Oedipus Rex, Electra complex, 
Pegasus reigns on these state springs but I digress.
Surf's up! I board a tidal wave of jump
Your box probably don't even pump, chump. (Sup?)
I got pump up box, I pump my bar in my hand.
And shoot infinity points from up across this land
So you can't pass the man if you know what's best, son.
'Less you wanna become a Cuban guessing lesson.

Slam dunk! (Foul?) Ref, make the call!
Oh gee, oh gosh, this is all too much
Guys, I gotta confide--I'm just an actress, y'all
Picked last at the dang-blasted casting call.

Some games don't have winners
Some chickens don't end up on plates for dinners,
They contain the innards 
But we know the sun will always rise and always fall
And that your mother will always be a basketball

Basketball, a basketball. 
If you're listening, your mother is a basketball.
That's right, you! Your mother is a basketball.
She's a basketball, bouncing faster all,
Over the rainbow in the stair,
Somehow, somewhere, someway, somewhere.