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Thursday, May 2
The Indiana Daily Student

Summer Lovin'

To be sung to the tune of “Summer Lovin’” from the musical “Grease”:

Summer lovin’, had me a blast
Summer lovin’, happened so fast
Anything is possible I learned from KG,
Paul Pierce can ball but he fake hurt his knee,
Poor L.A. Kobe will have his day,
(To), uh oh, those summer nights.

Well-a, well-a, well-a, uh,
Tell me more, tell me more.
Can that really be true?
Tell me more, tell me more,
Stern rigs playoff games too?

Danica Patrick she fights every race,
But Milka Duno threw a towel in her face.
They’re not the only girls who fight,
A WNBA brawl on a dark Detroit night.
Summer Detroit fight, to the Pacers delight,
But, uh oh, those summer nights.

Well-a, well-a, well-a, uh
Tell me more, tell me more,
Brand jumped the Clip Ship.
Tell me more, tell me more,
Camby was traded for a bag of chips.

Pacman Jones now plays in Dallas,
So if it rains there blame him with malice.
Greg Norman still has some golf left this life,
I would have thought he’d stick to mixed doubles with his wife.
Summer golf’s been whack, Tiger please hurry back,
But, uh oh, those summer nights.

Tell me more, tell me more,
The Brickyard really sucked,
Tell me more, tell me more
NASCAR might be ... screwed.

Larry Bird had summer arts and crafts,
He turned the Pacers into my NBA 2K8 fantasy draft.
But it is only a video game my friend,
Or McRoberts would be averaging 20 and 10.
Summer fun could mean playoff run?
But, uh oh, those summer nights.

Tell me more, tell me more
T.O. helped a hurt man.
Tell me more, tell me more,
His autograph healed the super fan.

Josh Howard, he told the truth,
That NBA players are as high as the roof.
But not to worry they don’t test in the summer,
So have a blast hotboxing your Hummer.
Summer smoke, at least it’s not coke,  
But, uh oh, those summer nights.

Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the song almost over?
Tell me more, tell me more,
You’re clearly not writing this sober?

My head hurts, that’s why this ends,
But not to worry, I’ll be back my friends.
My contract goes for one more year,
So I’ll still write, “Please have no fear.”
Summer fun, fall’s just begun,
But, oh, those summer niiights.

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