Karl the Mailman (to the tune of Mrs. Robinson by Paul Simon)

We'd like to know
A little bit about you
From ESPN
We'd like to see some
Basketball
Look around you. All you see
Are enthusiastic fans
Stroll around the court
Until you feel at home

And here's to you, Karl the Mailman,
Utah's loved you more than you will know (Wo wo wo)
God bless you, please, Karl the Mailman,
The hall of fame holds a place for those who play (Hey hey hey)

Hide your face in a hiding place
Where fans can never go
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little greed,
Just the Mailman's affair.
Most of all, you've got to (insert favorite explentative)
on all your fans

Coo coo ca-choo, Karl the Mailman,
Utah loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo)
God bless you, please, Karl the Mailman
Larry Miller still wants you to stay (Hey hey hey)

Sitting on the sofa
in front of the tube
Hoping to watch this weeks games
Laugh about it,
Shout about it,
When you've got to choose,
Every way you look at it the fans they lose.

So where have you gone Karl the Mailman
Michael Jordan has come and took the title away (Ooo Ooo Ooo)
What's that you say Karl the Mailman
Utah sucks and you want to go away (Hey Hey Hey)