‘I Love 2-3’

I miss the old 2-3,

Straight from the zone 2-3,

Chop up your soul 2-3,

Set on its goals 2-3.

I hate the new 2-3,

The no one moves 2-3,

The always lose 2-3,

“Where’s Tyler’s shoes?” 2-3.

I miss the sweet 2-3,

The game’s elite 2-3.

I gotta to say, at that time, no one could beat 2-3.

See Jim invented 2-3.

There weren't any 2-3s.

And now I look and look around and there's so many 2-3s.

I used to love 2-3.

I used to love 2-3.

I even liked Fab Melo,

I thought he was 2-3.

What if Jim Boeheim made a song, about 2-3?

Called "I Miss The Old 2-3,"

Man that'd be so 2-3!

That's all it was 2-3,

We still love 2-3.

And I love you like Boeheim loves 2-3.