Said, said, said I remember when we used to sit
On the sidelines in Charlotte
Oba, ob-serving the terrible Bobcats
As they would mingle with the better teams we meet
Good games we have had, oh good games we’ve lost along the way
In this bright future you can’t forget your losses
So dry your tears I say
No coach, no cry
No coach, no cry
Oh my Little Larry, don’t she’d no tears
No coach, no cry
Said, said,Said I remember when we used to sit
On the sidelines in Charlotte
And then Stephen would make the fire light
Basketballs burnin’ through the rim at night
Then we would watch game tape
Of which I’ll share with you
My shoe deal is my only carriage
So I’ve got to push on through
But while you’re gone…
Everything’s gonna be alright
Imma hire Silas tonight
Everything’s gonna be alright
Imma hire Silas tonight
Everything’s gonna be alright
Imma hire Silas tonight
Everything’s gonna be alright
Imma hire Silas tonight…
