Lyrics

Michael was a kid on the south side of Chicago
Back when the White Sox stink, and the Blackhawks at the rink
They got the hottest summer nights
And the coldest winter chills
And the toughest Chicago child
Walks both ways up the hill
When a man named Ernie Banks
Never won but gets our thanks
In the game of basketball
Michael Jordan won it all
Until the day he dies
You know that Wilbon’s a Chicago guy
Better than D.C. ever was
Better than Scottsdale ever was
Glory Be!

A parody of “The Night Chicago Died” by Peter Callander and Mitch Murray as performed by Paper Lace