Your Mother is a Basketball (feat. Michael Gregory, Stephanie Koenig & Allegra Rosenberg)

Your mother's so fat they didn't call Ghostbusters Stay Puft Man was all, "I don't trust her" In other words, she ate him Stay Puft Man's big, so that's how we know she's fat Just to clarify Basketball, a basketball Yeah, well, your mother is a basketball I went there, your mother is a basketball A basketball, she's a basketball Stop Everybody take 5 Good show, guys, but I don't feel a vibe Let it all out, don't hold back; incriminate Here on this court, you gotta push it to the limit, mate Reach deep inside, throw the shots, come alive I'll be here tweeting the whole thing live So guys, be loquacious Show off your gall! What did you say his mother was again? A basketball A basketball After all, she's bouncing like she had a bottle of Adderall She's also fat, not sure if I mentioned that Twenty-nine inches wide from all sides, to be exact Man, that's wack, I object, but, to change the subject I double dribbled your Mom's bombs and she liked it Now I'm flying higher than a window wiper Where you're airing free throws like a drunken sniper Im'a lead you to reason like the Zeppelin piper If your mom were on Tinder, I'd swipe her right 'cause I like her She's spherical, meaningful, clear and clerical, A leather planet with the gravity that makes you feel the pull Ooh, feeling it now, moves smooth, so adroit World's hearing it now, down under to Detroit Pity the pal who fails to score a swish, Never gonna hit the buzzer 'cause she just won't fit! Not that curvy's bad boys, in fact, it's sad That the women's NBA's not all round and rad Don't lose ground, be a man Do they fit basketballs with gastric bands? Oedipus Rex, Electra complex Pegasus wings on these foot springs but I digress Surf's up aboard a tidal wave of jump 'Yo 'boks probably don't even pump, chump! Sup?! I got pump up 'boks, I palm a ball in my hand And shoot infinity points from up across this land So you can't press the man if you know what's best, son Lest you wanna become a tripping guessing lesson Slam dunk! Foul? Ref, make the call! O gee, o gosh, this is all too much Guys, I gotta confide I'm just an actress, y'all Picked last at the dang-blasted casting call Some games don't have winners Some chickens don't end up on plates for dinners They contain the innards But we know the sun will always rise and always fall And that your mother will always be a basketball Basketball, a basketball If you're listening, your mother is a basketball That's right, you! Your mother is a basketball She's a basketball, bouncy basketball Over the rainbow in despair Somehow, somewhen, someway, somewhere