Your mother′s so fat they didn't call Ghostbusters

Stay Puft Man was all, "I don′t trust her"

In other words, she ate himStay Puft Man's big, so that's how we know she′s fat

Just to clarify

Basketball, a basketball

Yeah, well, your mother is a basketball

I went there, your mother is a basketball

A basketball, she′s a basketball

Stop

Everybody take 5

Good show, guys, but I don't feel a vibe

Let it all out, don′t hold back; incriminate

Here on this court, you gotta push it to the limit, mate

Reach deep inside, throw the shots, come alive

I'll be here tweeting the whole thing live

So guys, be loquacious

Show off your gall!

What did you say his mother was again?

A basketball

A basketball

After all, she′s bouncing like she had a bottle of Adderall

She's also fat, not sure if I mentioned that

Twenty-nine inches wide from all sides, to be exact

Man, that′s wack, I object, but, to change the subject

I double dribbled your Mom's bombs and she liked it

Now I'm flying higher than a window wiper

Where you′re airing free throws like a drunken sniper

Im′a lead you to reason like the Zeppelin piper

If your mom were on Tinder, I'd swipe her right ′cause I like her

She's spherical, meaningful, clear and clerical,

A leather planet with the gravity that makes you feel the pull

Ooh, feeling it now, moves smooth, so adroit

World′s hearing it now, down under to Detroit

Pity the pal who fails to score a swish,

Never gonna hit the buzzer 'cause she just won′t fit!

Not that curvy's bad boys, in fact, it's sad

That the women′s NBA′s not all round and rad

Don't lose ground, be a man

Do they fit basketballs with gastric bands?

Oedipus Rex, Electra complex

Pegasus wings on these foot springs but I digress

Surf′s up aboard a tidal wave of jump

'Yo ′boks probably don't even pump, chump!

Sup?!

I got pump up ′boks, I palm a ball in my hand

And shoot infinity points from up across this land

So you can't press the man if you know what's best, son

Lest you wanna become a tripping guessing lesson

Slam dunk!

Foul?

Ref, make the call!

O gee, o gosh, this is all too much

Guys, I gotta confide

I′m just an actress, y′all

Picked last at the dang-blasted casting call

Some games don't have winners

Some chickens don′t end up on plates for dinners

They contain the innards

But we know the sun will always rise and always fall

And that your mother will always be a basketball

Basketball, a basketball

If you're listening, your mother is a basketball

That′s right, you!

Your mother is a basketball

She's a basketball, bouncy basketball

Over the rainbow in despair

Somehow, somewhen, someway, somewhere