Bells will ring, ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling, and you’ll sing Gallinari.
Hearts will play tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay, like a gay Eddy Curry.
When the Knicks make you drool just like pasta fazool, that’s Amar’e
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, Roma’n's in love…..
When you walk in a dream but you know you’re not dreamin’, signore’….
Scuse-a-me, but you see, back in old MSG, that’s Amar’e



I emailed this to Hef
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2010/0709101clown1.html
now I know where Clown has been