Mid-Season Swan Song
(To the tune of The Game’s ‘Hate it or Love it’)
Comin’ up in preseason nobody showed us love
Lack of respect occurs in a cold world
You couldn’t even find the Hoyas on TV
But now we’re back sitting third in the Big East
We wanted to live good and get another ring
Brought in a new coach who’s getting us some wins
Joe Lunardi said we could play in March as a six, no joke
If we can pick up a few wins and win the Big East, now that’d be dope
Wallace and Cook can stroke the three in their sleep at night
If they miss, Green and Hibbert will clean up and throw it down right
It’s a different day, all’s good on the Hill
Let’s hope Bowman doesn’t leave for those big bills
Hate it or love it the Hoyas are back on top
And we’re not gonna leave until JT3’s heart drops
Go ‘head envy JT3
He’s our MVP
And he ain’t going nowhere until we win that ring
On the court at MCI Center
Gunners on both sides right in McNamara’s eye
We’ll make ‘em think it’s the year before ‘85
Watching Owens jump right out of his Air Forces
Teams watching the Hoyas ought to start chalking up the losses
We’re in D.C. where blue and gray rule
Quick baseline move and Bowman’s dunking while watching you drool
Then Big Roy’s sending one back in your grill
While Green and Wallace work the pick-and-roll
Been 20 years, but we’re telling them now
We’ll kill you if you’re trying to sleep on the ‘Town
JT3 told them take it one day at a time
And the guys bought in, now it’s time to ride
We got a new Thompson when our ranking wasn’t so high
Now we’re heading back to the tournament
See how time fly?
Hate it or love it the Hoyas are back on top
And we’re not gonna leave until JT3’s heart drops
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, Hoyas win
This season’s real, we ain’t got to pretend
The conference that we’re in
Is full of pressure and pain
Enough negatives, Hoyas, we’re back in the game
Used to see other teams raise the plaque at the end
Now that we’re back it’s all starting to make sense
Fans are happy that the team is worth the trip
And we got a new coach we all think is a Pimp
Waitin’ on Wallace to run the motion
Thinkin how some nights that basket must seem like an ocean
Sure, Ewing is long gone, but we got Roy to clean up the garbage
All we want is the tournament just like the Orange
No longer are we gonna be the Big East’s doorstep
Whenever we’re watching and we want to start grumbling
Think what if our coach wasn’t the son of the legend.
We love ya JT
Hate it or love it the Hoyas are back on top
And we’re not gonna leave until JT3’s heart drops
Hate it or love it the Hoyas are back on top
And we’re not gonna leave until JT3’s heart drops
