Yeah, we got'em! (you get the L!)

Yeah, we got’em! (you get the L!)
By Jon Slone










We had a Sheppard who could leap for days and days!
We had a Meeks servin’ J’s & Trey’s on trays!
We were born to shine
You were poised for pine.
We hangin’ banners like its wash on a clothes line!
We droppin’ three’s good and plenty, rockin’ Rims like Kenny.
We got the jets in our bounce like our name was Bennie

We got the best fans ever in every pew.
The BBN is in your house and it’s packed with blue!
The throng is strong yo, the crew’s sensational!
Cat-lanta, the Maui Invitational!

You go against Kentucky and it’s an Aft-Climb!
You’re dead and buried and it ain’t even half-time!
So hang anutha blood-letting in the win column.
If yer lookin’ for the team with the most, yeah we got’em!


We in your brain ‘til it wanes and waxes numb.
Your little team is tucked under Kentucky’s thumb!
We was kickin’ and clawin’ and ballin’ at birth!
Now we’re all-in like a flood that blankets the earth!
If this world is a stage then Rupp is the best!
We gonna see which posse can dance the best!
We droppin’ wins like our fingers were covered in grease.
The Godfather of the game and you’re just the niece!
Our fate is eight and then it’s nine while you rock the bottom.
If you wanna see stars in the light, yeah we got’em!


We had a Kevin Grevey and a Cotton Nash.
And a Winston Bennett and a Monster Mash!

We had a Jorts and a Jones and a Dirk and Mills.
We had a Prince and a Knight and a King for realz.
And a Tony and a Walt and a Derek and Toine.
And a Nazr and a Mark, Jeff, Wayne and Ron!

It’s like this ya’ll
It’s like that ya’ll
We had an Issel for a Pistol and a Pratt ya’ll!
It’s like that ya’ll
It’s like this ya’ll
We had a Rex and he was King and he could ball ya’ll!

We got the Goose
We got the Wall
We’re Unforgettable.
You’re not at all!
We’re getting’ eight
Then getting’ nine!
We push ahead
You lag behind.

We got the Davis
And Michael Kidd
We on a run boy
You on a skid!
We got the Darius
He’s gonna carry us!
We got the Teague
Best in the League!
We got the Three Goggs
We got the Kyle
They tickle twine so much it makes the rim smile!

We’re getting’ eight
Then getting’ nine!
We push ahead
You lag behind!
We are the mist
That drives the nail.
You come to Rupp
You get the L!





Jon 8 Slone

Peter Von Stephen McPrune

Peter Von Stephen McPrune
By Jon Slone










To sup with Peter Von Stephen McPrune.
Is something you won’t forget any time soon!
For dinning, according to one Mr. Stephen,
Is a maze where the meal has to balance out even.

And there has to be something on his plate that’s white.
And there has to be drink for his very last bite.
And his Waldorf salad can never be dry.
And his tuna can never be cooped up on rye.
And he has to have garden-fresh, hot-house tomatoes.
And his carrots can never touch his peas or potatoes.
And his top-ranking starch has to sit there and fast.
Cause Prune doesn’t spoon up that starch until last!

To sup with Peter Von Stephen McPrune.
Is something you won’t forget any time soon!
For dinning, according to one Mr. Stephen,
Is a maze where the meal has to balance out even. He nibbles some noodle. He pulls at some pork.
He props-up some peas on his platinum fork.
He pinches off pieces of Pennyworth Ham.
Then he lathers his biscuit in Bawberry Jam.
He gobbles some Chokecherry Tart with a grin.
Then a peck of potato-cake finds its way in.

But what if his food found a mind of its own?
And a small piece of pork, were there not on the bone.
And the ice cream’s ah plenty with a shortage of cone.
And the butter’s in bloom but there’s scarcely a scone.

And there’s two little peas next to ten little beans.
And there’s hardly no ham and he’s scarfed-up his greens.

And there’s leftover lobster but he’s lacking in leek.
And the taters are waning from his Bubble and Squeak.

And there’s no more Jam, save a wee bit of Jelly.
And his soup has all sunk to the foot of his belly.


What then, what then, oh my, what then?
What a pickle poor Pete would find himself in!


To sup with Peter Von Stephen McPrune.
Is something you won’t forget any time soon!
For dinning, according to one Mr. Stephen,
Is a maze where the meal has to balance out even.









Jon HBM Slone