Here's another one Posted on January 26, 2026 at 03:45:54 PM by Tiger
“The Cesta Catastrophe Cha‑Cha” Ridiculous, fast, and proudly nonsensical
Verse 1 I walked into the fronton with a pretzel in my hat,
Told the usher, “I’m a strategist!” He said, “Sir… no you’re not.”
But I waved my betting slip like a pirate with a map,
Shouting, “Find me number four before I take a victory nap!”
Verse 2 The ball flew by so fast it stole my lunch,
Hit my soda, hit my pretzel, hit a guy named Punch.
He yelled, “Who bet on eight?” and half the crowd stood tall,
’Cause eight’s the kind of player who forgets to catch the ball.
Chorus Do the Cesta Catastrophe Cha‑Cha —
Step left, step right, try not to spill your nachos.
Wave your ticket like a man who’s lost control,
’Cause jai‑alai’s a sport AND a psychological toll.
Verse 3 Old Marge claims she’s psychic, says she dreams the winning score,
But last week she predicted that the roof would grow a door.
Still, she bets on number six ’cause he “has excellent hair,”
Though he once threw the pelota into the concessionaire.
Bridge The rookies fling the ball like they’re launching a raccoon,
The veterans move smooth like they’re dancing to a tune.
And the gamblers? We’re a circus with a very loose plot —
Half luck, half hope, half math… which is way more halves than we’ve got.
Final Chorus Yeah, the Cesta Catastrophe Cha‑Cha keeps the madness alive,
Where the odds do the tango and your wallet won’t survive.
But we cheer, we laugh, we embrace the absurd,
’Cause jai‑alai’s the wildest four-syllable sport you’ve ever heard./blockquote>
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