Mr Carmen’s Pickleball Roast
Yo,
who's that on the court?
Headband on, ready for the sport.
Mr. Carmen's in the place! (hahaha)
He steps up on the concrete,
rocking the look Wears a super scary jacket like a comic book
Got the thick terrycloth headband tight on his dome But he's looking
on his phone for a shiny in the zone Yeah,
he's hunting down a Pikachu while trying to serve But his paddle
has a wobble that is testing every nerve
Mr. Carmen on the court,
swinging for the sky With his budget owl paddle,
watch the ball fly by He misses every shot but he's having
a blast With his scary jacket on,
running out of gas
(oh yeah)
He swings and he misses,
blame the wood and the grip He says "Those are fighting words!"
as he starts to slip Then you hit a little drop shot
right over the net And he yells "That is dirty!" 'cause he's
soaking with sweat But his phone buzzed twice,
there's a raid down the street So he packs up his gear,
admitting defeat
(catch 'em all)
Owl paddles in the trash,
he don't care Got a scary jacket and some wind in his
hair Headband low, phone in his hand Worst pickleball player in the
whole wide land!
Mr. Carmen on the court,
swinging for the sky With his budget owl paddle,
watch the ball fly by He misses every shot but he's having
a blast With his scary jacket on,
running out of gas (whoosh)
Yeah, those are fighting words,
man.
That is dirty.
Mr. Carmen has left the court. (hahaha)