Bobby Bonilla
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Father son and holy smokes They killed the hero of my bicycle spokes He played third base and had some pretty good stats When he punched the water cooler, I knew he was mad Father Paul called it a rebuilding year New York was calling and you're leaving us here On our own You'll never know a man if you judge him by wins Care more about hits than the runs batted in You gotta play the hand you're dealt in the clubhouse And quitters never really lose In the playoffs, got paid off, and Madoff with our hearts You were a cancer to your franchise, tore the whole team apart But they still gotta pay Bobby Bonilla They're all gonna hate us, like Bobby Bonilla We'll laugh at this later, like Bobby Bonilla Show em the Bronx baby, like Bobby Bonilla Like Bobby Bo Bobby Bonilla I'm sliding into first, just padding my stats Some plays are just for love, not the pat on the back I led the league in gettin hit by pitch When they try to back you off, don't give em an inch The Mets bet on America and you bet on yourself Pinch hitter's been acquitted, you can blame someone else They still gotta pay Bobby Bonilla They're all gonna hate us, like Bobby Bonilla We'll laugh at this later, like Bobby Bonilla Show em the Bronx baby, like Bobby Bonilla Like Bobby Bo Bobby Bonilla
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