Now this is a story all about how
Sixers fans' lives got turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how Sixers fans became princes of a town called Despair
In west Philadelphia, kids were born and raised
In the Wells Fargo Center is where they spent most of their days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
And Iggy was shootin' and dunkin' on fools
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in the neighborhood
The Sixers got in one little trade and we all got scared
They said "We're movin' with Andrew and Jason into Despair"
They begged and pleaded, day after day
And prayed that Bynum's knee was well on its way
You gave playoff hopes a kiss and tried again to punch your ticket
Then the Sixers start practicing and all they could do was brick it.
First game, yo this ain't so wack
Beating the Nuggets and wait til Bynum gets back!
Is this what the people of Despair are livin' like?
Hmmmm this might be alright.
But wait, I hear Bynum's out another month or something like that
Then you see this is what you have to put up with for that funky-haired cat
You didn't think so but you'd see when you got there
I hope they're prepared for the new Princes of Despair.
Well, the team really fell apart when J Rich got hurt
Some dude named Damien said he was ready and had "76ers" on his shirt
You weren't ready to be depressed yet, you had just got here
But then Bynum rushed to the bowling alley and disappeared
You whistled to a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Sixers" and it had Doug Collins cryin' in the mirror
If anything, I can say that this cab was a scare
But then you thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo homes, to Despair!'
You pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And you yelled to Andrew Bynum 'Yo homes, smell ya later'
You looked at your kingdom, you were finally there
To sit on your throne as the Princes of Despair.