Any representations made here are my own. -Speedcat/Jeremy

Stuck Inside Seattle With The Sonics Blues Again
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Adapted to Sonics fan angst by: Jeremy Ward

Peter Goldman draws circles
Up and down the block
We'd ask him what the matter was
But there's no facts to his talk
And the City treats us kindly
But furnishes us red tape
And not even the mighty Reignman
Can help us to escape
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside Seattle
With the Sonics blues again

Well, Geoff Baker, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells
Speaking to the NBA
Who say they know us well
And he would send a message,
get the arena deal blocked
Now the Sonics have been stolen
And Occidental locked
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside Seattle
With the Sonics blues again

Sally Bagshaw tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line
She said that all the Port jobs
Would be drained from here like wine
An' I said, "Oh, I don't know about that
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' Persak smoked my dreams
An' punched my cigarette"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside Seattle
With the Sonics blues again

Our arena died last week
It was buried by the docks
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked
But me, I expected it to happen
I knew we'd lost control
When they built up jobs on Occidental
And shot us full of holes
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside Seattle
With the Sonics blues again

Now ILWU came down here
Showing ev'ryone their gun
Handing out free tickets
To farcical gentrification
An' we, we really got busted
An' wouldn't it be our luck
To get caught without an arena
And be discovered beneath a truck
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside Seattle
With the Sonics blues again

Now Geoff Baker looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest
But he cursed me when I proved it to him
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide
You see, you're just like me
I hope you're satisfied"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside Seattle
With the Sonics blues again

Now Seattle gave us two cures
Then she said, "Jump right in"
The one was Seattle Arena
The other was just Port gin
An' like a fool we mixed them
An' it strangled up our mind
An' now people just get uglier
An' we have no sense of time
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside Seattle
With the Sonics blues again

When Sally says come see her
In that city council room
Where we can watch her waffle for free
'Neath our green and gold moon
An' we say, "Aw come on now
You must know no jobs be lost"
An' she says, "I'd rather bet on phantom job loss.
Your arena jobs are tossed!"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside Seattle
With the Sonics blues again

Some cars park on Occidental
Where Port trucks you'll never find
The lie was laid so perfectly
It all seems so well timed
An' here we sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
We have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things thrice
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
To be stuck inside Seattle
With the Sonics blues again