-> "Mailman Malone"
Original Song Title:
"Private Malone"
Parody Song Title:
"Mailman Malone"
The Lyrics
I was just right out of Kansas, drafted in the NBA,
I knew I'd go to Utah when Dave Stern called my name.
I didn't know how much I'd play, or even if I would,
I knew I wasn't really all that good...
I was 7 foot two inches, I played center pretty bad,
Papers were callin for my neck, "get rid of Ostertag",
It was down to crunch time, I was sitting on the bench,
Cuz I had fouled Olaj'won, when we had a chance to clinch...
I felt a little worried, as John Stockton cursed my name,
Gonna be the guy who had screwed up the game,
I opened up my eyes, just in time to see the shot,
Number 32 had chucked it, and net was all it got...
His was a man named Mailman Kar'ol Malone,
Who fought for the ring that could never make it home,
But for every teammate's blunder, he seemed to pull them through,
If white boy's were the scissors, than the Mailman was their glue.
His baseline jumpshots always seemed to set the tone,
Thank God I was playing, with Mailman Malone.
In the year of 98, we were expected to go far,
I was comin off the bench, ya know, my name was Antoine Carr,
I weighed three hundred and twenty and my rec specs were on tight,
And on ev'ry pump fake and cheese pizza I would always bite...
At keeping up with bruisers I just couldn't make the grade,
And I think I lead the league in missed lay-ups per minute played
I sometimes got the feeling if I'd just stay out the way
A Mailman and a Stockton would surely save the day...
He was a man named Mailman Kar'ol Malone,
Who fought for the ring that just couldn't make it home,
But for every dream that's shattered, the season sure was great,
This Carr once was a bud of his, back in '98...
And so we faced the Bulls into the great unknown,
But we knew he'd deliver, ole Mailman Malone...
One game I was playin' hard, and Jordan pushed off well,
All the Utah papers said "Russell, you can go to hell,"
Someone said they thought that Karl would come and save the day,
We all were quite hopeful that it would work out that way...
For a good man named Mailman Kar'ol Malone,
Who fought for the ring that just couldn't make it home,
But for every teammate's blunder, he seemed to pull them through,
If white boy's were the scissors, than the Mailman was their glue,
We never would have got there, if his star just hadn't shone,
Thank god we were playing, with Mailman Malone.
Thank god we were playing, with Mailman Malone.
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