It seems so long ago...
I can still remember how the Lakers thought they ruled the league
The champions of basketball, so many times they'd won it all
That it seemed their dominance was guaranteed
Their opponents all would quiver
In the glare of L.A.'s glitter
As the coach, Phil Jackson
Made sure Kobe and Shaq won
But I wonder will their Laker pride
Let them take the Pistons' win in stride?
Or will they all now run and hide
Now that their reign has died?

So bye, bye L.A. Lakers, goodbye
'Cause the Pistons have been christened champs and I'll tell you why:
They play team ball, and in their team, there's no "I"
Now the 'shack' that Kobe built's in decline, will we hear them whimper and whine?

But Kobe's got lots of rings
And he's likely even got more bling
Than he gave his lovely wife
Did you see the rock that she displayed?
The payoff, cause she'd been betrayed
With an indiscretion that could cost the man his life
(When an opportunist meets a star
Well, the cynics say, they can go far --
I'm sure that when it's over
We'll see that clerk on Oprah...)
But I see I've gotten off the track,
So now I'll get my focus back
On all the pieces L.A. lacks
And why their reign has died
So, back to singin'...

Bye, bye L.A. Lakers, goodbye
'Cause the Pistons have been christened champs and I'll tell you why:
They play team ball, and in their team, there's no "I"
Now the Shaq that Kobe built's in decline, now we'll hear them whimper and whine

Jackson's lackin' someone like John Paxon
Someone who's got a sweet outside shot
But not afraid to go inside
But he also needs more of a team --
This motley crew's far from a dream
There's no 'we', there's only 'I' - 'I' - 'I' - 'I' - 'I'
And "ay-yi-yi" is what they said
After Detroit handed them their heads
The Pistons get the glory:
A Cinderella story!
For a team that no one gave a chance
Have beat the Lakers out their purple pants
And now they do the happy dance
The 'Die-Nasties' have died
So, we're sayin'...

Bye, bye L.A. Lakers, goodbye
'Cause the Pistons have been christened champs and I'll tell you why:
They play team ball, and in their team, there's no "I"
Now the Shaq that Kobe built's in decline, now we'll hear them whimper and whine

Shaq's been slackin', foul shot skills are lackin'
But at least when crunch time comes
He knows what he has to do
But this Kobe's ego's much too large
He has to be the man in charge
And his times of selfless sacrifice are few
So if Kobe's shot's not going down
He still declines to look around
And pass to someone open
For a change in luck he's hopin'
Sorry, Kobe -- your luck didn't turn
So no more 'bling' for now you'll earn
This lesson you may finally learn:
That 'team' has got no 'I'
Sorry, Kobe...

Bye, bye L.A. Lakers, goodbye
'Cause the Pistons have been christened champs and I'll tell you why
They play team ball, and in their team, there's no "I"
Now the Shaq that Kobe built's in decline, now we'll hear them whimper and whine

Poor, poor Mailman, sorry your team failed, man
At least you won't be stuck in jail, man
Like your teammate just might be
And Payton, damn, that's just too bad --
Your payday could have been reat fat
But you gave it up to have a victory
And Phil Jackson, wow, that's just too bad
'Cause a record ten champs you'd have had
Yeah guys, life just ain't fair
To ball-playing millionaires
So before you shed your tears (boo-hoo!)
And your misfortune you begin to rue
Think of the fans who'd trade with you
And wipe those damn tears dry!
I've leave by sayin'...

Bye, bye L.A. Lakers, goodbye
'Cause the Pistons have been christened champs and I'll tell you why:
They play team ball, and in their team, there's no "I"
Now the Shaq that Kobe built's in decline, now we'll hear them whimper and whine

Bye, bye L.A. Lakers, goodbye
'Cause the Pistons have been christened champs and I'll tell you why:
They play team ball, and in their team, there's no "I"
Now the Shaq that Kobe built's in decline, now we'll hear them whimper and whine