A one-man team, best believe it—
Without Kobe, they’d be the pits.
Sans this player the Lakers gang really blows,
And then their record straight down to the dumper goes.

Jack and his pals would feel sorrow;
There’d be no playoffs tomorrow—
They’d be Knicks of the West Coast—would Jack then go?
The type of rans that they would be, would be “also”;
They’d really blow.

They can’t win, can’t win many without him,
They can’t sink, can’t sink shots to score,
They can’t win, can’t win many without him,
They damn stink, rank stink to the core.

So, a rancid team if he leaves;
Jack and all the fans would then grieve
To watch Knicks of the West Coast—and man, they’d blow,
Because their man would be absent. . .put on no show.
Yes, they would blow.

They can’t win, can’t win big games without him,
They can’t sink, can’t sink shots to score,
They can’t win, can’t win many without him,
They can’t sink, can’t sink shots or score.

Then they’d tank as up shots they’d heave,
And the fans would stand up and leave,
Figuring a lot of dough that they had blown
While watching a gang clank the rim, with feet of stone.
The fans would groan.

They can’t win, can’t winners be without him,
They can’t sink, can’t sink shots to score,
They can’t win, can’t win a lot without him.
This gang stinks without Kobe to score.