Back before Thomas Edison invented 8-track tapes, records had a side B.  So here's the flipside to "Oh, git us a star," entitled, "Mr. Banker Man."

            It's pre-game time on the interwebs

            The regular BrightSiders loggin' in

            There's a banker sitting next to me

            Watchin' fans all hatin' on him.

            He says, "Banks, can you build me a winnin' team

            I'm not really sure how it goes

            The fans're sad and they're mean and from what I have seen

            They all wanna punch me in the nose

La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Chorus:
"Get us a star, Mr. Banker Man

Get us a star, draft night.

Cause we're all in the mood for a champyunship

Then you'll have us all feelin' alright.

Now Seth on the ‘net is a friend of mine

He gets me my stats for free

And Scott's quick with a joke, or post to make you choke

But there's no place that they'd rather be

Alex says, "SNaQ-P, this is killing me."

As a smile ran away from his face

"Well, I'm sure that I could pick a real good star

If I could just take Sarver's place"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Now BAMF is a defensive specialist

Who sometimes shoots sharp as a knife

And he's playin' with Nashy, who's still pretty flashy

And probably will be for life

But they really need lotsa help out there!

C'mon Babby go pick up a phone

Us BrightSiders are sharing a drink we call ORNG kool-aid

But it's better than drinkin' alone

Chorus
"Get us a star, Mr. Banker Man

Get us a star, draft night.

Cause we're all in the mood for a champyunship

Then you'll have us all feelin' alright.

It's a pretty good crowd for bein' outta the playoffs

BrightSiders commentin' with style

About who they are choosin', and the Lakers losin'

And forget about life for awhile

And the gamethread it smells like cat urine

And a few keyboards smell like a beer

And we pound on the keys, writin' what we please

And say, "Man, just wait till next year!"

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

Chorus
"Get us a star, Mr. Banker Man

Get us a star, draft night.

Cause we're all in the mood for a champyunship

Then you'll have us all feelin' alright."