Betting on Basketball in the City of Sin

 

By Royal Hopper
March Madness, March Madness oh what a sight

Your team looses its game ..you start a fight

Walked out the doors by four men in black

As you walk you turn and begin a verbal attack

You end your day drunk as it began

You look at MIB and say what will you do old man

You suddenly realize this is not for kicks

You wont be coming back because your 86ed

You gamble and steal to watch girls on a pole

Your not misunderstood you just an ahole
The glory of betting on teams you don’t know

And after ten drinks buddy you got to go

Middle Tenneesee won the game Hurray

They beat Michigan State and ruined your parley

You swear off the booze the gambling and fighting with Zen

But you will be back ..be back and be back again

There is no rhyme or reason in the stars no grace above the Din

Its just life and love, March Madness and then another week in the City of Sin