I look, am enthralled—L.A.’s done, off they’re creeping;
Guys from Lone Star get the sweep.
On the hardwood floor, Kobe is nearly weeping.
Thrilled, the Lone Stars get the sweep.

It’s not that I relish this Tex crew,
But I have zero love
For smoggy town’s basketball’s vex crew. . .
As champs, the ex-crew.

They took out the churls that’s I’ve always been spurning.
Guys from Lone Star get the sweep.
So many mistakes made—they won’t be returning;
Guy who’s their star gently weeps.

In Dallas town, they were subverted
By a determined crew.
And they went down. . .won’t be reverted,
A terminated crew.

I look, am enthralled—L.A.’s done, off they’re creeping;
Guys from Lone Star get the sweep.
They took the game ball;
Thrilled, the Lone Stars get the sweep.

Go, go, go, go. . .Celtics!