
The song below is just downright funny. It's a song about Barry Bonds saying basically what everyone thinks. I'll post the words here, make sure to check it out. Pure gold.
TheHatandtheLabel.mp3 (3.23 MB)
A legacy arrived one April day
He came to the bigs from Arizona State
But there were records to break and reporters to berate
He learned to cheat in 98’
And he was juicin’ ‘fore ya knew it and as he grew
He’d say, “I’m gonna cheat like you, Mark.
You know I’m gonna catch up to you.”
And the hat and the label says there ain’t no room
For Barry’s head and the record it looms
756 and we don’t know when
But we’ll put an aesterick then
You know we’ll put an aesterick then
Bonds turned 43 just the other day
He said, “ I’ll be in the hall, so come on let’s play
Can you watch me Bud” he said, “Not today
I got a lot to do” he said, “that’s ok”
And he walked away but his scowl never dimmed
He Said, “I’m gonna stick it to him, yeah.
You know I’ll do anything to win
And the stats are labeled on everyman’s tomb
Barry, Mark and Sammy like a bunch of cartoons
When you’ll do anything that you can to win
We’ll you’ll have a record then…yeah
You know you’ll have a record then
Well,
he came to spring training one early March day
So much like a giant you just had to say
“I’m ashamed of you, won’t you leave for a while?”
But he turned around, and he hissed with a smile
“what I’d really like Bud is to bring the game to it’s knees
See ya later, got a record to sieze!”
And the rap and the label of a steroid goon
Barry’s head grew to the size of the moon
756 and it seems a sin
To Hank, a true man of men yeah
To Hank and all of them
Hank’s long since retired, records do fade away
I wonder though about fair play
I’d like to ask them if they wouldn’t mind
Givin’ me back my wasted time
You see, Mark and Sammy and the others too
As a fan it’s hard not to feel screwed, guys
we sure used to like watchin’ you
As I finish this song it occurs to me,
It’s all about money
Yeah all about the cheese
And the stats in the fable and the feeling of gloom
Hamerin’ Hank and Bud’s a buffoon
The record will fall and we don’t know when
But we’ll get a sick feelin’ then
You know we’ll have a bad time then