Home for the Holidays Karaokee Kontest

As announced here.

1. Take a holiday song (from Jingle Bells to The Chanukah Song).
   
2. Change the lyrics to give them a Raptors focus
   
3. Either write a copy of the lyrics and post them in the forum titled: Home for the Holidays Karaokee Kontest
   
   OR
   
4. Upload a copy of you singing the song to YouTube or a similar website post a link here
   
5. Songs/Lyrics can be posted up until December 20th (Post as many songs as you like).
   
6. Christopher Bond from Evil Dead The Musical will select and perform the top five songs and
   
7. YOU will decide the winner! Voting will take place between Dec 21st and Dec 24th.

First Prize:

A pair of tickets to see a Raptors home game.

Runner Up:

A raptorsrepublic.com “Lower Bowl Sucks” T’shirt


Have some fun!

Hmmmm .... I'm wondering if this means I should start singing in the shower more often in order to practice. ;)

WOW! Chris Bond is the Director/Composer/Creator of Evil Dead: The Musical.

Even though I hate x-mas tunes, I'm creatively cheesy enough to write something I know Chris will like! :)

Both Chris' song and Steve's tunes are hilarious. I'd be surprised if anyone could come anywhere close to theirs. :D

Raptors Ball

Slashing through the lane
In their Nike Shox
Through defenders they go
They’re shook out of their socks
Soles on sneakers squeak
Making ankles snap
What fun it is to scream “Shit’s weak!”
And give their man a slap

Oh, Raptors ball, Raptors ball
Raptors all the way
Oh, what fun it is to watch
Jose get beat every play
Raptors ball, Raptors ball
Raptors all the way
Oh, what fun it is to watch
Banks do nothing and get paid

Last Saturday night
I thought I’d watch a game
The Raps could play no D
It seemed nothing had changed
Their O was tight and hot
Though it just was not enough
Andrea’s attempt at help defense
Resulted in a stuff

Oh, Raptors ball, Raptors ball
Raptors all the way
Oh what fun it is to watch
Antoine Wright attempt to play
Raptors ball, Raptors ball
Raptors all the way
Oh what fun it is to witness
CB4’s dismay

Raptors ball, Raptors ball
Raptors every night
To find his way to the basket
‘Drea may need a flashlight
Raptors ball, Raptors ball
Raptors now and then
Suicide rates will double
If Bosh leaves in twenty-ten

Hey!

I thought we were supposed to post a copy of the lyrics here? ...Nevermind.

"Last Saturday night
I thought I’d watch a game
The Raps could play no D
It seemed nothing had changed
Their O was tight and hot
Though it just was not enough
Andrea’s attempt at help defense
Resulted in a stuff"

By far the most fluid stanza - and the funniest. PLus it puts Bargs in a positive light - not too shabby.

I guess what kind of light Bargnani is in in that stanza depends on your definition of "stuff" :P.

That it does, indeed. didn't catch it when i read it at first.

So these are our Raptors
And what have they done
They've spent 15 years playing
Losing much more than they've won
And so these are our Raptors
Losing hasn't been fun
They say they've been trying
And that the franchise is still young

Yes we love our Raptors
We're still here to cheer
Players come and they go
But Fans will always be here

And these are our Raptors
Our future looks strong
But we need to win in the playoffs
Or else Chris Bosh will be gone
So let's cheer for the Raptors
Home game wins are the key
This season's too important
So let's not give up on this team

Yes we love our Raptors
They're Canada's team
Let's hope this season's a good one
Cuz we'll need Bosh to succeed

And so these are our Raptors
Owned by MLSE
They tell us they've been trying
And so has BC
And so these are our Raptors
We want a championship team
We hope it'll happen
As fans it's truly our dream

Yes we love our Raptors
We're still here to cheer
Players come and they go
But Fans will always be here

Win a title, in our lifetime
Win a title, now

Happy X-mas (Toronto Raptors)

To the tune of Jingle Bells.
Play this in the background for some auditory aid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fU9d79ho6dE

Slashing like a pro
He passed up an open trey
Toward the rim he goes
But little does he know
Waiting 'neath the rim
The Big Diesel he will find
Making Raptor fans cringe
As Kid gets knocked on his 'hind

DeRozan fell, DeRozan fell
Everybody pray!
Oh, how we hope that he's okay
'Cause the future's kinda gray! (Hey!)
DeRozan fell, DeRozan fell
Not a soul thinks Bosh will stay
Oh, how we need a decent young piece
With our cap space on the decrease

The fans are out of their seats
But on the floor he lies
That's not a nickname, Devlin
It's actually a cup size
The Kool-Aid has been drunk
He is the future of this team
Now who will get the highlight dunks?
And don't say Sonny Weems!

DeRozan fell, DeRozan fell
Everybody pray!
Oh, how we hope that he's okay
'Cause the future's kinda gray! (Hey!)
DeRozan fell, DeRozan fell
Not a soul thinks Bosh will stay
Oh, how we need a decent young piece
With our cap space on the decrease

(Repeat)

You better start to win,
You better not suck.
Better not grin,
I'm telling you Canuck.
Chris Bosh is leaving this town.

He's making a list,
He ain't coming back,
Gunna find out that Toronto is wack.
Chris Bosh is leaving this town.

He sees DWade in Florida,
He knows New York will try,
He knows Texas is home and safe,
So be ready to say goodbye.

Oh you better hope the Raps,
Can turn this thing around.
Because if we collapse,
Then don't be astound.
Chris Bosh is leaving this town.
Chris Bosh is leaving this town.

To the tune of 'Deck the Halls"

Deck the halls with Reggie’s trophies
Fa-la-la …
Instead of John they’ll call you Sophie
Fa-la-la …
(When) he returns you’ll be in trouble
Fa-la-la la-la-la …
(He’ll) reach right through and take a double
Fa-la-la-la-la …

While he roams there on the sideline
Fa-la-la …
Giving fashion tips if you’re blind
Fa-la-la …
(Don’t) let his smiling face now fool you
Fa-la-la la-la-la …
If he can he will de-ball you
Fa-la-la … …

When is Reggie back, we’re asking?
Fa-la-la …
(We) want to leave the Celtics gasping
Fa-la-la …
When we re-match we’ll be melding
Fa-la-la …
And maybe Pierce will leave a gelding …
Fa-la-la-la-la …

The shots aren't falling, and nothing is right
My eyes are bleeding watching Raptors tonight
And I'm not alone
Lose the game at home
We're out of luck – no pizza again

The night is violent
And clipboards break here
I couldn't ask for more from Chris Bosh this year

But I love you, Raps
I always will (perhaps)
But now I know the mojo ain't right
The mojo ain't right

'Cause I've been waiting to mend this rift tonight
His game is so wrong, but his words is Wright
It's something to hope for as long as he's gimped
Tonight we need some toughness (Oh, lord!) from Reggie Evans, pimps!

I thought he'd give us a big shot or two
Instead turnovers came from Turkoglu
But I realized
When there is no pride
There's some things that money can't buy!
(Oh, no!)

I fear the Magic, whenever they're here
I fear them even more with Carter this year

But I love you, Raps
I always will (perhaps)
But now I know the mojo ain't right
The mojo ain't right

'Cause I've been waiting to mend this rift tonight
His game is so wrong, but his words is Wright
It's something to hope for as long as he's gimped
Tonight we need some toughness from Reggie Evans, pimps!

You know I'll always be tuned to you
And you know I'm online on the boards, too
(Oh, oh yeah)
ACC, on the road, or anywhere
You know I'll be pulling my hair!

'Cause I've been waiting to mend this rift tonight
His game is so wrong, but his words is Wright
It's something to hope for as long as he's gimped
Tonight we need some toughness from Reggie Evans, pimps!

Waiting to mend this rift tonight
His game is so wrong, but his words is Wright
It's something to hope for as long as he's gimped
Tonight we need some toughness from Reggie Evans, pimps!

You better not drive
You better not kick
You better not rebound
That isn't our schtick
Not how ball is played in... this town.

You better not rotate
No talkin' on D
Don't get back in transition
Hey you passed up a three!?
Not how ball is played in... this town.

And now a word of warning
If you don't play like you're supposedta
Although it pains us to have to say,
We'll break your shin like Garbajosa

So,
You better not drive
You better not kick
You better not rebound
That isn't our schtick
Not how ball is played in... this town.
(reprise last line)
If you wanna do that shit, go and play in Cleveland with Lebron.
Whoooooa yeeeaaahhh!

I'm... dreaming of a tight... defense
Just like the Raps I used to know
When the quick Doug Christie
And big, tough A.D.
Had wives tougher than Rasho...

(Vince's mom was pretty tough too.)

I'm... dreaming of a tight... defense
With every night the Raptors blow
May Bargnani box out tonight
And may all our defenses be tight

I'm... dreaming of a tight... defense
Just like the Raps I used to know
Back when Oakley's elbows
Were Dave Semenkos
For Vince, Trace and Muggsy Bogues

(It was also important to pay him on time.)

I'm... dreaming of a tight... defense
Just like one B. Colangelo
May our shooters learn how to fiiiight
And may all our defenses be tight

To the tune of Christmas Time Is Here

Marcus Banks is here
Injuries must be near
And Calderon sits by the bench
And Raps fans shed a tear

Three-pointers in the air
Turnovers everywhere
A combo guard that couldn’t hit
The broad side of a bear

Banks looks in the air
Ticket holders everywhere
He sits when the Raptors win
But his suit is debonair

Marcus Banks is here
He hears a Bronx cheer
This is what the Raptors call
The garbage-ist minutes of the year
This is what the Raptors call
The garbage-ist minutes of the year

To the tune of "Here comes Sanata Clause"

There stands Rasho N.

There stands Rasho N., there stands Rasho N.,
Camping in the key
Jose and Marco and all his bitches
Giving up the threes
Mesh is swishing, fans are crying
Just an ordinary day
Realgm has to change their pants
When Rasho says “Let’s NBA”!


There goes Rasho N., there goes Rasho N.,
Jogging to the net
He’s got the knees of a very old man
But he’s still our trusty vet
Watch him move at a snails pace
He just might leave his feet
Rasho N. lost his virginity
While you were at your Mother’s teet!

There sits Rasho N., there sits Rasho N.,
Resting on the bench
He’s so deep and quiet
His mind’s like an ocean trench
Heaven knows we’re Rasho’s children
Our Mother’s could not resist
Rumour says under his beard
He has an extra fist!

There walks Rasho N., there walks Rasho N.,
Tto the lockeroom
When Jose hands out gatorade
Rasho beats him with a broom
Hungry children will find food
If we pray to Rasho at night
Rasho N. wears no left shoes
Because Rasho is always right!

LMAO ... these are so fantastic. Great job guys. I've been laughing my arse off for a couple days now. Not to mention have also started humming some of the tunes. :D

Shot clocks wane, are you listening
In the lane, refs are whistling
A beautiful sight
Raps played D tonight
Shocking if the effort never ends

Gone away are the boo birds
For a day 'til the tide turns
Hedo flings a long bomb
Andrea goes up strong
Shocking if the streak never ends

Let's not meddle with the coach's gameplan
Just pretend that he is Larry Brown
He'll say “Pack the house!” We'll say “Hey, man!
But you'll contest the shots from downtown?”

Later on, we'll desire
Quit the team, unretire
Debate all the trades
Demand that they're made
Shocking if the panic ever ends

In the future, build around Derozan
And pretend that it's a slam dunk crown
We'll have lots of fun then, I'm supposin'
Until we drive that kid outta town

When we win, ain't it thrilling
Playoff games, gets top billing
We'll holler and cheer, year after year
Shocking if the passion ever ends