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Put my basketball hoop up online,
Thought I’d sell it quick this time,
Then a truck rolled up with Punjabi tunes,
Three uncles hoppin’ out on a Sunday afternoon.
They checked the rim, they bounced the ball,
Said, “Brother, best price? That’s all?”
I said “Two hundred,” feeling smooth,
They said “Fifty cash,” now I got the blues.
Chorus:
Ohhh, Punjabi lowball blues,
Everybody bargaining in their running shoes,
Every offer got me stressed and confused,
Tryna stay calm while they make their moves.
One uncle laughed while sipping chai,
Said, “My cousin got one cheaper nearby,”
Another said, “Be reasonable, bro,”
While inspecting every scratch real slow.
I’m standing in the driveway cool,
Trying not to look like a fool,
This hoop got history, this hoop can shoot,
Don’t disrespect it with a bargain pursuit.
Bridge:
Round and round the price goes down,
Everybody wheeling, dealing through the town,
But deep inside I know the truth,
This hoop deserves a better view.
Final Chorus:
Punjabi lowball blues all day,
Everybody trying to negotiate pay,
If you want the hoop, let’s make it fair,
Shake my hand and take it there.

Classic Rock