The Goat

When I shoot the ball, it always goes in
I’m always playing, I’m not on the bench
Limitless shooting, five shots to begin
I’m never tired, the drinks always quench

It’s crazy how I make all of these shots
Whenever I shoot, it’s never a miss
Another shot in, that’s five stop and pops
On the layup, off the backboard a kiss

Pass me the ball, put it up and it’s green
Alvarado, off the inbound I steal
Shooting so well, I’m an oiled machine
I am cooking up, it must be a meal

Way too hot, put me down on an ashtray
And it is green, that must be my catchphrase