Time stood still
How many hours, I hear you breathing?
How many days, I smell your skin?
How many years, I watch the ceiling?
How many times, the fog comes rollin' in?
Time stood still
Time stood still and nobody knew
This is the light I stand in the glare of
I'm here and I'm there, but I'm always aware of
Singin' a song in the back of my mind
Something mysterious, something divine
Time stood still and nobody knew but me and youHey basketball man
I'm seeing you to miss that shot
Oh you know the one the baseball shot, the 40 pointer?
You're playing with the chicago snikes
Oh, you're trying to do on them like
A spain, a dootieround or something like that
But you're not very good
It's 40 seconds left you're throwing it
Fast to the basket
It maises and all the ladies don't want to
Are not wanting to talk to you anymore
Your mother forgot your name
You're not very good at this baseball but
We are going to tell you how to put it in the basket everytime
It's called the trychshothe, listen
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
That's how you do a trychshothe
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
That's how you do a trychshothe
Oh so you're making the shot
Not bad
Oh what? Now the ladies are wanting to saix you again?
And the San Diego Crowtchers are asking you to play for them?
You don't have to thank me but
You know now how to do a trychshothe like this
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
That's how you do a trychshothe
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
That's how you do a trychshothe!
Little bit left and twist and shoot(repeat)
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
That's how you do a trychshothe!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
Little bit left, twist, shoot!
That's how you do a trychshothe mother besh!