The Lyrics
On the first shot of our tourney
I was looking at all this sight,
There was wood and bolts and nuts and things.
There was a net hanging from a ring.
The first thing my ball was on a fly with a buzz,
And then a swish oh so loud.
The shot Jack took was off-bound as it fly,
And its thunk had an H sound.
We needed a diversion, so HORSE was the game
In the gym of the mentally insane.
Jack is signing autographs on some days,
It's a good thing for him they can't see his game...
H, h, h h h h, h h h, h, h
H, h, h h h h, h h h, h, h
After my second shot sailed through the rim
Jacks' face began to turn red.
After another bad shot by him
I was wishing we'd made a bet.
And the story he told, and the BS that flowed,
Made me start to think his real intent.
You see we needed a diversion, so HORSE was the game
In the gym of the mentally insane.
In this contest Jack's shooting is so lame,
I hope the score H-O gives him no pain.
Ho, ho, ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho, ho, ho
After my third shot, It became easy to see
Jack wanted to know if I would tell
About the [SPOILER BEEP], and [SPOILER BEEP], and [SPOILER BEEP] and things,
And there was that crazy D.S. ring!!!!!!!!
The Oceanic on a desert isle with hatches underground
And a [SPOILER BEEP] disguise above.
I should've stayed with you instead of Locke, I've found,
And IT wants us back, with no guff!
You see we needed a diversion, so HORSE was the game
In the gym of the mentally insane.
Jack, so desolate, says we're never going back again.
Losing with an H-O score was giving him such pain!
Ho, ho, ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho, ho, ho