'Twas the night before playoffs and all through the league,
Not a creature was stirring, they're all tired, fatigued.
Yet with sweatsocks laid from their lockers with care
Each Laker was rested relaxed and prepared,
Then gradually at first the earth started to shake,
Folks scramble for cover and cry out "Earthquake!"
But the rest of us know as we rise to our feet,
It's our boys and they're ready to take the 3-Peat
"Hey, we sucked," you may say and you're probably right,
On some nights it seemed we just put up no fight,
But Shaquille and the boys have all been there before,
They know what to do and they know what's in store,
So talk trash while ye may 'cause it's gonna sound hollow,
Come Sunday and all of the days that will follow,
TIll June rolls around and and we hang one more banner,
As Big says of his toe, "Pal, it just doesn't matter."
