Dear kindly Assemblyman Brodsky,
You gotta understand,
It's just our Yank lineup-ski,
That gets outa hand...
Our pitchers all are juicers,
Our batters two left feet.
Golly Guiliani!
We really need that public teat!
We need that teat, teat, teat, teat, teat, teat, teat teat... We really gotta have that public teeeeeeeeeeeat!
Gee, Assemblyman Brodskey,
We're very upset;
Cause Johann Santanna
Turned out to be a Met.
We signed a few Pavanos,
Weren't no happy chorus.
Deep down inside
We blame Scott Boras!
We blame Boras, Boras, Boras, Boras, Boras, Boras; that's why we need more tax breaks for-us!.
Assemblyman Brodsky,
We ain't no two-bit cheats;
We spend the breaks on cushions
In our luxury suites!
Our starters were all punters,
So we went and signed C.C.
Now our fans need marble counters
WHERE THEY PEE!
Where they pee, pee, pee, pee, pee, pee, pee; burnished marble, cable-access, flat-screen TVs where they peeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Our youngsters chase pole dancers,
Our slugger likes old blondes,
We need three hundred mill
In tax-free bonds.
One brother raises horses,
The other doesn't date.
In the name of Mark Teixiera,
LET US SKATE!
Let us skate, skate, skate, skate, skate, skate, skate; And we promise that we won't repeat oh-eight!
Wow. You got it all in there, duque. Time to put a song or two on iTunes.
ReplyDeleteShe-Fan, stop fishing for more credits on the liner notes of our upcoming album. (It's a little bit country, a little bit of rock 'n roll.) A little humility ... puhleeeeeeeeze?
ReplyDeleteAnd another thing, I'm going to bed tonight glad I'm not Ghost. He's Toast.
Finally, it's so cold here tonight the emergency broadcast system beeped on the radio warning people to not stay outside longer than 30 minutes. Frankly, anyone who would stay out longer than 30 minutes probably doesn't own a radio nor would they listen to some geek in a radio booth telling him or her how to live their lives.
Nah, no red-blooded American would ever be duped by geeks in radio booths telling them how to live their lives, would they?