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Christmas Carols 2016



IT'S Boxing Day in Australia and time for festive cheer and (NBL, WNBL) season greetings. So without further ado, here's our B.O.T.I. Christmas Carols to tide you over...

{If you are deeply religious, I'd suggest you sign out now.}

It’s the Most Wonderful Year (To the tune of Most Wonderful time of the Year)

It's the most wonderful year of the times
With the imports all gelling
And everyone telling you stop on those dimes
It's the most wonderful year of the times

It's the close-closest season of all
With those GRP finings and big marquee signings
When refs make bad calls
It's the close-closest season of all

There'll be TV for paying
And Kevin Lisch slaying
And basketball back in the know
There'll be scary Knight stories
And tales of the glories of the
Wildcats teams long, long ago

It's the most wonderful year of the times
There'll be much Randle mobbing
And defenders sobbing
When Nate Jawai’s near
It's the most wonderful year of the times
There'll be Travis T pumping
And Terrance F jumping
So be of good chimes
It’s the most wonderful year of these times

 

Jaron, the Wildcats’ scapegoat (To the tune of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)

You know Damo, and Matty, and
Redhage, and Wagstaff,
Casey, and Jameel, and
Greg-Hire and Jarrod
But do you recall
The most expendable of all?

Jaron, the Wildcats’ scapegoat
had an NBL-type game
but when Perth started losing
someone had to take the blame

All of the other Wildcats
Ought to hide their heads in shame
They never let poor Jaron
Enjoy any Wildcat fame.

Then one foggy Christmas week
Trevor came to say:
"Jaron with your J so bright,
we don’t need your game alright?”

Then all the Perth fans loved him
as they shouted out with glee,
Jaron the Wildcats scapegoat,
you'll go down in history!

Silent Light (To the tune of “Silent Night”)

Silent Light! Holy Light!
No wins yet, none in sight,
Round yon Laura, imports and child,
Holy Infants, so youthful and mild,
Lose in innocent bliss!
Lose in innocent bliss!

Silent Light! Holy Light!
No-one quakes at their sight!
Vic’tries seem like Heaven afar,
Devilish refs blow Alleluia!
Chris, the Saviour, is here!
Chris, the Saviour, is here!

GRP is Coming to Town (To the tune of “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”)

You better watch out
You better not try
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
GRP is coming to town
They’re making a list,
They’re checking it twice,
Their remotes reveal who's naughty or nice
GRP is coming to town
They see you when you're screening
And they know you're boxing out
They know if you've done right or wrong
Cause slow-mo removes all doubt
So
You better watch out!
You better not try
You better not pout,  I'm telling you why

The GRP  is coming to town


Sydney Kings (To the tune of “Jingle Bells”)

Sydney Kings, Sydney Kings
Andrew all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In their roller-coaster way
Hey, Sydney Kings, Sydney Kings
Andrew all the way
What a shame they lost Steve Blake
Bought a forward in to play
Hey, Sydney Kings, Sydney Kings
Andrew all the way
Good things wins are in the bank
'cause it’s a rainy day
Hey, Sydney Kings, Sydney Kings
JVG’s bad day
Oh, what fun it looked this year
When Kevin came to play.

I’m Dreaming of a Great Men’s League (To the tune of ‘I'm dreaming of a white Christmas’)

I'm dreaming of a great men’s league
Just like the one we have right now
May each round be hairy and tight
And may all the playoff rounds reach heights

They’re dreaming of a Chi-nese team
Not Cairns nor Adelaide in the four
It’s the ‘big clubs’ mission, Joey go fishin’
It’s our  little clubs they would ignore

We’re dreaming of a T-V deal,
Just like the ones we used to know
With our women starring, (comment’ry jarring)
And may all your best intent be right.


It's beginning to look a lot like Melbourne (To the tune of "It's Begoinning to Look at Lot Like Christmas")

It's beginning to look a lot like Melbourne
Ev'rywhere you go,
Take a look at United’s men, they’re glistening once again
With Casper Ware and Goulding threes that flow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Melbourne
Stars at ev'ry door,
But the funniest sight to see is Deano’s timeout spree
Awriights, by the score.

Taipans Black-Out Land (To the tune of ‘Winter Wonderland’)

‘larm bells ring
Are you listening
It’s pitch black
There’s no finishing
An invisible sight
We're crabby tonight
Walking in a Taipans black-out land
Gone stray is the GM
Back to say there’s no mayhem
He sings a new song
As Cairns gets the gong
Stumbling in a Taipans Black-out land
In the FIBA rules they say it’s done now
Then pretend that it applies, but how now?
He'll say generator?
They’ll say no man
But you can do the job
When you're in town
Later on
They'll conspire
As they dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The rules that they’'ve made
Bumbling through a Taipans black-out land

Olympic Dreams (To the tune of “Oh Christmas Tree”)

Olympic dreams, Olympics dreams
The medal list unchanging
Olympic dreams, Olympics dreams,
The Opals need arranging

Not only out of medal rounds
But making awkward losing sounds
Olympic dreams, Olympic dreams
The coaching role needs changing

Olympic dreams, Olympic dreams
Such pleasure brought those Boomers.
Olympic dreams, Olympic dreams
Those last two calls were fumers

Yes they did stench,
Like FIBA poo
They cost us bronze
(So shame on you)
Olympic dreams, Olympic dreams
They kept us from, achieving

Olympic dreams, Olympic dreams
They kept us from achieving
But Bogut, Mills, and Delly too
They make us keep believing

With Dante, Ben and Baynesy too
We’ll have the Spaniards grieving.
Olympic dreams, Olympic dreams,
They'll make us keep believing

Dec 26

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