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 himStay 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 window wiper
Where you′re airing free throws like a drunken sniper
Im′a lead you to reason like the Zeppelin piper
If your mom were on Tinder, I'd swipe her right ′cause I like her
She's spherical, meaningful, clear and clerical,
A leather planet with the gravity that makes you feel the pull
Ooh, feeling it now, moves smooth, so adroit
World′s hearing it now, down under to Detroit
Pity the pal who fails to score a swish,
Never gonna hit the buzzer 'cause she just won′t fit!
Not that curvy's bad boys, in fact, it's sad
That the women′s NBA′s not all round and rad
Don't lose ground, be a man
Do they fit basketballs with gastric bands?
Oedipus Rex, Electra complex
Pegasus wings on these foot springs but I digress
Surf′s up aboard a tidal wave of jump
'Yo ′boks probably don't even pump, chump!
Sup?!
I got pump up ′boks, I palm a ball in my hand
And shoot infinity points from up across this land
So you can't press the man if you know what's best, son
Lest you wanna become a tripping guessing lesson
Slam dunk!
Foul?
Ref, make the call!
O gee, o 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, bouncy basketball
Over the rainbow in despair
Somehow, somewhen, someway, somewhere
