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![]() Thank You for the Baseball GameThank you for Major League Baseball a place where you can still yell and holler Etch your name, into the Steroid Hall of Fame where the players sign autographs for the dollar Summer is here, entertainment to enable to the ballpark where the fans cheer and roar The players parade to the negotiating table where the androgens help them to score Root for your team wearing a thirty dollar cap management takes good care of their folks A game of excitement, take a long three hour nap Stay awake, with their four dollar, watered-down Cokes The steroid scandal is way overblown the players biceps look so pretty Fifty pounds of muscle must quickly be grown or find your ass playing third base in Kansas City The players demonstrate, sincere ingratiating gratitude A middle finger is their polite way of saying thanks Fifty million they rate, and they persist being rude Taking their bad-attitudes, straight to the banks Here comes my smart agent, I need a contract yearly fix with the last raise I’m no longer elated I’m worth more praise, although hitting only .236 to the Yankees I hope to be traded The players drift from team to team only to money, steers their devout devotion Hitting a baseball entitles them to the American Dream getting on base is a drug-filled promotion Players are for children to emulate chewing tobacco and sipping on Scotch A Mercedes waits for them at sweet home plate after spitting on First Base while scratching their crotch Major League Baseball, makes us all proud It fills a basic, psychological need Watch a double-header along with the crowd Catch a double-dose of pure American Greed! Send this Whackocard to your friends! |