Space Jam - Basketball Jones

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones

I Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo

Jones,

Hey it's Barry White,

Obsession, a burning Desire

Barry, you want some chicken?

The Undenyable Passion, the love for someone or something,

You know you want some chicken

Yes, I am the victim of a Basketball Jones

Ever since I was a little baby, I always be dribblin'

In fac', I was de baddest dribbler in the whole neighborhood

Then one day, my mama bought me a basketball

And I loved that basketball

I took that basketball with me everywhere I went

That basketball was like a basketball to me

Come'On you cheerleaders,

Wait a Minute, yall not En'Vogue?

Where the hell is En'Vogue

Somebody told me En'Vogue was gonna be here, I guess yall do,

So what yall doin after the Game?

His basketball is like a member of his own family,

In fact better lookin then my brother Tony, he didn't owe me money and he didn't piss in the bed

And after the game, I always took a shower with my basketball

and every night when my basketball, when my basketball pinch me in the but, i didn't miund, cuz me and my basketball had good clean fun, See i am a victum of a Basketball Jones, I take my basektball everywhere

I even put that basketball underneath my pillow

Maybe that's why I can't sleep at night

Sing it, Sing it, Sing it like you wanna

Sing like Puffy's in the Audience

Would Yall Shut up, Barry, don't encourage them

I see your runnin after Alonzo

I see you chasin Penny around

Basketball's a Chicken,

Yall hear Barry White, Yall hear Barry White,

The overwhelming emotion, the love for someone or something

I love the Knicks myself.

I need help, ladies and gentlemens

I need someone to stand beside me

I need, I need someone to set a pick for me at the free-throw line of life

Someone I can pass to

Someone to hit the open man on the give-and-go

And not end up in the popcorn machine

So cheerleaders, help me out

{cheerleaders sing repeatedly...}

(--Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones--)

(--I got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo--)

{while Tyrone Shoelaces sings/speaks...}

Oh, that sounds so sweet

Sing it out

C'mon Coach Booty, Red Blazer, sing along with me

That be bad, honky

Yeah I want everybody in the whole stadium to stand up and sing with us

Oh yeah, sing it out like you're proud

All right, everybody watchin' coast-to-coast, sing along with us

Bill Russell, sing along with us

Chick Hearn, sing along with us

Chris Schenkel, don't sing nothin'

Oh, it feels so good

Gimme the ball I'll go one-on-one against the world, left-handed

I could stuff it from center court with my toes

I could jump on top of the backboard, take off a quarter, leave fifteen cents change

I could, I could dribble behind my back

I got more moves than Ex-Lax I'm bad

I could dribble with my tongue

Here I go down court, try to stop me

You can't stop me 'cause I got a Basketball Jones

Here I come

That's my hook shot with my eyebrow

Yeah, I could dunk it with my nose

I'm, I'm bad as King Kong, gimme the ball

I'm hot, I'm hot as..., I'm hot as..., I'm hot as... uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

(--Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones--)

(--Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones--)

(--Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones--)

(--Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones--)

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