When an immovable forward such as you
Takes an inevitable guard charge from me,
You can bet on sutures or limp,
Someone's gonna gimp, someone's gonna gimp,
Someone's gonna gimp.

When I ineluctably drive down the court,
And you're indestructible, you think; you'll find
That the blow you ain't gonna miss--
Stand there. Kapow!
Your bum gives floor a kiss.

So, on guard--yes, that's me!--you fall to the floor;
As we crash, you finger my eye.
I slam and feel as though I'm hit by a door
Made of steel, and that makes me sore.

Fight, we fight; all five from each side take delight
In banging and mangling, and some even bite.
In jumps coach, who isn't a wimp
Someone's gonna gimp, someone's gonna gimp,
Someone's gonna gimp.