Once upon a time on the baseline
Tore down the twines in your prime, didn't you?
People's call, say "Come on y'all, let the basket fall"
You knew they were all cheering you
You used to dish it out
Fling your elbows all about
The crowd always so loud
You'd walk around so proud
About almost getting to the ultimate deal

How does it feel, how does it feel
Playing the Spurs at home, throw the man a bone
Stockton to Malone

You took the kids to school all night, with gusto
But you know you will eventually have to quit
And as the younger players surpass your talent and speed
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
Kept going to training camp, but now you realize
That you're running out of alibis
As you look back on the years of your prime
And ask yourself if you have the same zeal?

How does it feel, How does it feel
To have quaking bones, no agents on the phone
Soon to be no more
Stockton or Malone

You always passed around to the sweet sounds of the fans in the crowds
When they all came down and gave cheers for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't stick around until you're a hundred and fifty-two
You used to ride high on the league 'cause you're all that
You carried on your shoulders the Utah Jazz
Ain't it hard when you discover that
Even if you have low body fat
That youth is the one thing time could steal

How does it feel, How does it feel
Dunks upon your dome, every bone just groans
Fewer wins at home
For Stockton and Malone

Your play is getting feeble in front of all the people
They're drinkin' thinkin' that you're both overpaid
Exchanging all sorts of geezer jokes and slings
Saying you're over the hill and can't make the grade
You used to be so absolute
At backdoor cuts, back picks and defensive cues
But it's time to retire, you can't refuse
When you ain't getting any better and you continue to lose
You're outdated now, short shorts are no longer the deal

How does it feel, How does it feel
Bengay baths at home, can't keep up with Jones
You're making fans groan
Stockton and Malone