Songtext zu 'Space Jam - Basketball Jones' von Temas de Filmes

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones
I Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo
Jones,
Hey it's Barry White,
Obsession, a burning Desire
Barry, you want some chicken?
The Undenyable Passion, the love for someone or something,
You know you want some chicken
Yes, I am the victim of a Basketball Jones
Ever since I was a little baby, I always be dribblin'
In fac', I was de baddest dribbler in the whole neighborhood
Then one day, my mama bought me a basketball
And I loved that basketball
I took that basketball with me everywhere I went
That basketball was like a basketball to me
Come'On you cheerleaders,
Wait a Minute, yall not En'Vogue?
Where the hell is En'Vogue
Somebody told me En'Vogue was gonna be here, I guess yall do,
So what yall doin after the Game?
His basketball is like a member of his own family,
In fact better lookin then my brother Tony, he didn't owe me money and he didn't piss in the bed
And after the game, I always took a shower with my basketball
and every night when my basketball, when my basketball pinch me in the but, i didn't miund, cuz me and my basketball had good clean fun, See i am a victum of a Basketball Jones, I take my basektball everywhere
I even put that basketball underneath my pillow
Maybe that's why I can't sleep at night
Sing it, Sing it, Sing it like you wanna
Sing like Puffy's in the Audience
Would Yall Shut up, Barry, don't encourage them
I see your runnin after Alonzo
I see you chasin Penny around
Basketball's a Chicken,
Yall hear Barry White, Yall hear Barry White,
The overwhelming emotion, the love for someone or something
I love the Knicks myself.

I need help, ladies and gentlemens
I need someone to stand beside me
I need, I need someone to set a pick for me at the free-throw line of life
Someone I can pass to
Someone to hit the open man on the give-and-go
And not end up in the popcorn machine
So cheerleaders, help me out
{cheerleaders sing repeatedly...}
(--Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones--)
(--I got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo--)
{while Tyrone Shoelaces sings/speaks...}
Oh, that sounds so sweet
Sing it out
C'mon Coach Booty, Red Blazer, sing along with me
That be bad, honky
Yeah I want everybody in the whole stadium to stand up and sing with us
Oh yeah, sing it out like you're proud
All right, everybody watchin' coast-to-coast, sing along with us
Bill Russell, sing along with us
Chick Hearn, sing along with us
Chris Schenkel, don't sing nothin'
Oh, it feels so good
Gimme the ball I'll go one-on-one against the world, left-handed
I could stuff it from center court with my toes
I could jump on top of the backboard, take off a quarter, leave fifteen cents change
I could, I could dribble behind my back
I got more moves than Ex-Lax I'm bad
I could dribble with my tongue
Here I go down court, try to stop me
You can't stop me 'cause I got a Basketball Jones
Here I come
That's my hook shot with my eyebrow
Yeah, I could dunk it with my nose
I'm, I'm bad as King Kong, gimme the ball
I'm hot, I'm hot as..., I'm hot as..., I'm hot as... uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(--Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones--)
(--Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones--)
(--Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones--)
(--Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones, Basketball Jones--)
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