Hit 'em up! Hit 'em up!
Up, out and away
Singles, doubles, triples
and of course, the Big Bombay!
Snitker stoically managing from
the dugout
Ron Washington on third and Eric
Young, Sr. on first helping runners out
Strider, Morton, Elder, and Fried leading
the way
Chavez, Minter, Mchugh, and Iglesias closing
the day
D'Arnaud and Murphy guiding and protecting
home plate
When it's their chance in the batter box good
hitting they aptly demonstrate
Acuna Jr., Albies, Arcia and Harris II
applying the spark
Olson, Rosario, Ozuna, and Riley bomb blasting
making the park go dark
Hit 'em up! Hit 'em up!
Up, out and away
Braves win!
Hip Hip Hooray!
This is Public domain. COPY&WRIGHT 2009
This is pubic disdain.
Give ME a nickel every time you say it.
frankfurters and tin foil are also mine.
black love incense, no that is mine as well.
If I could own a gluttural mouth noise you bet your buns I would slap a
ringed 'C' on that baby and make you pay me for
saying it.
I would have you pay like you pay at the pump, baby.
So, answer this; why don't more arousing socialites do as I say?
March some of those dimes my way!
Fill the golden alms cup, if you will,
so I
can buy
more Alcohol!
Mr. McHugh use to be fun
until he saw my pink heart
and took his for a run
I prefer to imagine him dead though,
but that's denying truth
while maintaining a boat full of lies
Besides love personifies everything
including this cup of java
my hands seek solace in,
they attempt to fill empty space
with the illusion of humanity
I am lost to air now,
it carries me across oceans of men,
but I've given up on fishing
never snagged a keeper
that I'd be willing to clean
plus they always flop
out of my grasp anyway
just like Mr. McHugh did
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