You’re flying like a squirrel

Through a forest of dark jerseys

You throw the ball up and into the hoop

You’re on top of the world

You won’t stoop

Whistles blow, you come crashing down

Not before spinning

The way the crowd responds you’d think you’re wearing a crown

You spring up from your fall

The ref made the call

“And One” – you made the shot despite the foul

Your chest is gonna explode, your chin is up high like you’ve fulfilled all hopes

You’re like a prowling lion or a strutting rooster

You believe all the cheerleaders in front would say there’s no one cuter

You prance along the baseline, flyin’

All your teammates surround you

You’re the most attractive

All the eyes are on you – you hold the audience captive

You can make a shot under pressure

But there’s plenty more shots to be made

Let the resistance make you better

Deflate your chest

Don’t waste your breath

You don’t want to run out of gas

You still have the second half

At halftime the commentators will sing your praise

They’ll talk about you for a few days

But like a flower loses its pedals

Like dust settles

You’ll be forgotten too

Trust me, I know

I sit on my couch now

I used to be you

Take my advice, don’t celebrate too soon