I was watching the end of the basketball game
When it dawned on me it always seems to end the same
Like cars going round and round a racing track
Or players running round the bases after dropping a bat

The years go round like the calendar shows
And when one team wins the other one has to go home
And at the end of the year it starts over again
The hero becomes washed up in the has been bin

The body reaches its peak and then it must decline
Mr. Jim Brown in the press box looks like an old swine
O.J. Simpson is decaying behind bars
It's very temporary this empowerment from Mars

Henry Aaron has lost his home run crown
George Herman Ruth got his body lowered down
Larry Bird's got arrhythmia and a bad back to boot
They buried Wilt Chamberlain in a seven foot suit

All of our heros end up with feet of clay
Joltin' Joe Dimaggio has long gone away
Michael Jordan can no longer fly
Muhammad Ali moves so slowly I could cry

Whatever goes out must always come back around
Whatever goes up must always come back down
Whoever wins now will be destined to lose
When the record gets done spinning it gets put back in its groove