(With Apologies to Uriah Heep)

in the magic auditorium
Some were singing, some were dancing
While the midnight moon shone brightly overhead.

The stars so gaily glistened
And the fans in silence listened to
Dick Vitale tell of lives that he had led.

Let the bells of freedom ring
Songs of love to March's king.

Let's all go to the athelete's birthday
It's in the auditorium, but not so far away
Much to do and so much to say
While we listened to the orchid orchestra play.