I met him in a park down in West Camden
Where the fans drink beer and hot dogs and some soda
S-O-D-A Soda

I came down from the stands for an autograph
Said, "What's Your Name", and in a latin voice, he said "Sosa"
S-O-S-A, Sosa, s-s-s-s-Sosa

Well, I'm not dumb, but I might understand
Why this White Sox rookie's up in B-more again
Oh my Sosa, s-s-s-s-Sosa, s-s-s-s-Sosa

Well, I ate hot dogs and drank some Sprite
Under the Camden ballpark lights
His turn at-bat came when B.J. Surhoff leaved
I said, "If he hits one, let's all watch and see"

Well, I'm not the world's most sportswriting guy
But when I looked at his eyes
A homerun hit for my Sosa
s-s-s-s-Sosa, s-s-s-s-Sosa

The Royals were away, The O's were at home
Sosa took the floor, belonging in right field
I looked at him, far away from me

Well, that's the way I want this Cubs guy to stay
I always wanted to be that way for my Sosa
s-s-s-s-Sosa

Influenced by boys, and many by girls,
It's a NL-AL hardball world, and there's one
Sosa, s-s-s-s-Sosa s-s-s-s-Sosa

Well, I left the park 2 hours before
and I never seen a homerun hitter before
Sosa smiled and did gestures with his hand
I said, "I'm his #1 homerun fan"

Well, I'm not the world's most sportswriting man
But I know what I am, when I'm tuned with the fans,
just to watch Sosa, s-s-s-s-Sosa, s-s-s-s-Sosa

Sosa, s-s-s-s-Sosa, s-s-s-s-Sosa (repeat 4x)