The Spurs put on their old brass collar
As we began to holler
And they did the El Foldo down the stretch

We don't know how those jokers
Could be such chokers
It makes us want to puke and wretch

We think it's a pity that Oklahoma City
Is making all that lovely playoff dough
And it's just great they're playin' Golden State
But the Spurs just didn't get to go

But next November, we won't remember
how the Spurs blew it out their ears
We'll all be at the AT&T
To yell and scream and drink their 8 buck beers

Dressed in silver and in black
We'll all be back.......'cause next year is the year
of the Spurs