Lyrics

Hello Wilbon, my old friend
I need to talk with you again
Because a prediction made on TV
That the Cavs would represent the East
Has you saying, that I’m wrong and it shouldn’t count
What the hell
Just admit that I had that

Now I know I’m not alone
When we’re talking on the phone
People listen to this radio show
And they agree when I say, “No
It still says Cavs ‘cross the front of their jerseys”
So you see
You have to say: “Tone, you had that”

Now I know this may be hard
Cuz you know it all ‘bout basketball
Friends with Earvin don’t call him Magic
That makes you sound like a sidekick
Just write your column and file it tonight
And say I’m right
I want to read, “Tony had that”

“Fool” said Mike, “you could not know
That the Cavs roster would soon grow.”
“Doesn’t matter I say to you
Add new players? The Bulls do it, too”
But my words, like silent rain drops fell
I’m waiting, still don’t hear, “you had that”

Mike retreated to contemplate
And then conversed with DA
“Can I really admit to him
That’s he’s right? I would rather swim
Nude across Lake Michigan in winter with both of Derrick Roses’s knees
When the temp is 3
He’ll bask in the sound of “you had that”