There is a young athlete, pro hoops is his game
His fame and his ego are his only companions
He works on the hardwood and he sleeps in his mansion
Waiting for summer, his fortunes to change.

And as the world watches he sits on the stage,
Thinking of millions of viewers and fans
He blurts out a phrase which is soft but it’s clear
A decision the whole world can hear.

Southbeach instead of Cleveland,
Goodbye king cry-baby James
Bright lights and shoes are the things that you choose
You gave up and went south on our dreams
Wave goodbye, king cry-baby James.

On a night in December, your return to the Q,
The world will be watching the circus in Cleveland
All the fans will be booing on account of your leavin
Your legacy tarnished, the price you must pay.

There’s a reason we cheered when you gave to the children
A reason we cheered you, our prodigal son
A reason to cheer cause we want to believe
Maybe you were so chosen to bring us that ring
Now you’re asking just “What should I do”.

Southbeach instead of Cleveland,
Goodbye king cry-baby James
Bright lights and shoes are the things that you choose
You gave up and went south on our dreams
Wave goodbye, king cry-baby James