Twas the night before Christmas, when all through EBA,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Masonnette,
The Basketballs were all stacked in the holding racks with care
In hopes that St. Skinn would soon be here
The fans were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Hall Dunking on Opponents danced in their heads
And Ms. Pikapp in her Princess Leia costume and I in my cap
Had just settled down for an all night cheek clap,
When out off the roof there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the love swing to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a nutter
Tore open the door and yelled - What are you doing mother-f**ker
The moon on the breast of a half-sober Ho.
Gave lustre of Jollay creeping in the bushes below
When what to my blood shot eyes should appear,
But an RV With Doc Nix and 15 Ballers on a 10-2 Tear
With a dapper young driver, so smart and quick
I knew in moment it must be Saint Tony
More rapid than eagles, his players they came,
and he shouted and cheered while calling them by name
Now Otis, Now Ronald,
Now Ronald and Woody,
On Baraka, on Keyshawn,
On Devin and Tre
On Kam, Jalen, and Darius,
Now Amari, Austin , and Burke,
And Chase and Malik!
To the top of the roof, to the top of the all
Dunk away, slash away, Dribble away All!
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down in my barroom St. Skinn came with abound
He was dressed as sharp as a laser form his head to his feet
And his clothes sparkled with magical Yeet
HIs eyes how on fire and his smile how deadly
His hands were in fists and his stance was ready
He looked me in the eye and said without a hitch
Come to home games you Clown
We are George Mason and we are going to Pound Town!
Merry Christmas You Salty Sons of Bitches!
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Masonnette,
The Basketballs were all stacked in the holding racks with care
In hopes that St. Skinn would soon be here
The fans were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Hall Dunking on Opponents danced in their heads
And Ms. Pikapp in her Princess Leia costume and I in my cap
Had just settled down for an all night cheek clap,
When out off the roof there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the love swing to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a nutter
Tore open the door and yelled - What are you doing mother-f**ker
The moon on the breast of a half-sober Ho.
Gave lustre of Jollay creeping in the bushes below
When what to my blood shot eyes should appear,
But an RV With Doc Nix and 15 Ballers on a 10-2 Tear
With a dapper young driver, so smart and quick
I knew in moment it must be Saint Tony
More rapid than eagles, his players they came,
and he shouted and cheered while calling them by name
Now Otis, Now Ronald,
Now Ronald and Woody,
On Baraka, on Keyshawn,
On Devin and Tre
On Kam, Jalen, and Darius,
Now Amari, Austin , and Burke,
And Chase and Malik!
To the top of the roof, to the top of the all
Dunk away, slash away, Dribble away All!
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down in my barroom St. Skinn came with abound
He was dressed as sharp as a laser form his head to his feet
And his clothes sparkled with magical Yeet
HIs eyes how on fire and his smile how deadly
His hands were in fists and his stance was ready
He looked me in the eye and said without a hitch
Come to home games you Clown
We are George Mason and we are going to Pound Town!
Merry Christmas You Salty Sons of Bitches!
