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Song Parodies -> "Pitcher of the Nation"
Original Song Title:
"Youth Of The Nation"
(MP3)Original Performer:
P.O.D
Parody Song Title:
"Pitcher of the Nation"
Parody Written by:
PorkSoda
The Lyrics
Last game for the rest of my life
I wish I would have knew cause I didn't beam my last batter
I didn't punch my manager, kick up my own can
Or beat the hell out of the those damn Yankee fans
Unaware I just did like I always do
Beam the first batter before I get ejected, oh shoot
But who knew this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a walk I struck him in the chest.
Call me Martinez but I didn't see him coming
Everyone was grunting and could hear nothing on the PA except
"Now at bat, Tino Martinez, better beam this guy or kick him in the ass"
Maybe this team was reaching out for lust
Or maybe this team forgot who they were
Or maybe the Yankees just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know its because....
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
Little Roger he was pushing 12
He was pitching with the Sox; doing really well
Used to beam all the boys and hear the crying when they fell
He might act kind of proud and start to whack himself
He found love in different places
Different teams, in different situations
He changed up his pace when he left the Red Sox
Too bad they never told him he had a fat ass
Bill Buckner played the fool
He ducked his head and watched the ball go through
He never could bend over like the guys, after that night he tried suicide
It was kinda hard when he lost the series
He stood out in traffic; people might remember him then
He saw a truck coming at him really fast
He didn't get out of the way and it went right through his ass
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
Who's to blame for the games that ballgames claim
No matter who you beam
it don't take away the pain
That I beamed the guy, I'm tired of all the A's
Nobody knows why, but I left them all blind
I guess thats the way the ball game goes.
Will this ever make sense? Somebodys gotta know.
There's got to be more cracker jacks than this
I can't believe The Babe ate them with all with bliss.
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
I wish I would have knew cause I didn't beam my last batter
I didn't punch my manager, kick up my own can
Or beat the hell out of the those damn Yankee fans
Unaware I just did like I always do
Beam the first batter before I get ejected, oh shoot
But who knew this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a walk I struck him in the chest.
Call me Martinez but I didn't see him coming
Everyone was grunting and could hear nothing on the PA except
"Now at bat, Tino Martinez, better beam this guy or kick him in the ass"
Maybe this team was reaching out for lust
Or maybe this team forgot who they were
Or maybe the Yankees just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know its because....
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
Little Roger he was pushing 12
He was pitching with the Sox; doing really well
Used to beam all the boys and hear the crying when they fell
He might act kind of proud and start to whack himself
He found love in different places
Different teams, in different situations
He changed up his pace when he left the Red Sox
Too bad they never told him he had a fat ass
Bill Buckner played the fool
He ducked his head and watched the ball go through
He never could bend over like the guys, after that night he tried suicide
It was kinda hard when he lost the series
He stood out in traffic; people might remember him then
He saw a truck coming at him really fast
He didn't get out of the way and it went right through his ass
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
Who's to blame for the games that ballgames claim
No matter who you beam
it don't take away the pain
That I beamed the guy, I'm tired of all the A's
Nobody knows why, but I left them all blind
I guess thats the way the ball game goes.
Will this ever make sense? Somebodys gotta know.
There's got to be more cracker jacks than this
I can't believe The Babe ate them with all with bliss.
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
We are we are. Pitcher of the Nation.
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Porksoda, some very good lines in here, not funny lines, but good ones. I thought the word was "beaned" and not "beamed" I keep thinking star trek and beaming...
"Roger" what Tim said. You could've said "plunk," but it probably would've come out "stunk." Which this parody did.
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