“Cammy”
(as sung by Cliff Floyd, July 31, 2005)
March down in F-L-A
Skip said music couldn't play
Going mad in Port St. Hole
Till you cranked the stereo
You couldn't come north
Right field it went to
Victor, but he didn't stay
Packed him off to Triple-A
I've been hittin' bombs
But Omar's looking
One and five on this trip
We gotta start cooking, oh Cammy
Remember in Denver stop taking
Gotta put it in play, oh Cammy
On the way to Min' Maid I was shaking
Would they trade you away, oh Cammy
Now I'm standing here at the plate
Glare at Roy and feel the hate
If I charge the hill with bloodlust mounting
Will you be throwing hands
Two hours and counting, oh Cammy
Playing right is a fright I ain't faking
Don't make me change my ways, for Manny
Forgets outs and he pouts while he's jaking
Hope he stays in Fenway, oh Cammy
We're still just five out Nats falling fastest
Come on drive me in
The deadline's past us! Yo Cammy
Hey now pard the wild card's for the taking
Fifty-seven to play, oh Cammy
Well our pitchin' it's bitchin' start raking
Raise that ol' OBA, oh Cammy
Hey now pard the wild card's for the taking
Fifty-seven to play, oh Cammy
Well our pitchin' it's bitchin' start raking
Cause we need YOUUU…
(All apologies to Barry Manilow)
[I apologize to Barry Manilow for nothing.]
His name was Omar, he was a GM
With a team that was five out but hardly ever scored
They would win two but then they'd lose two
And while they tried to pick up ground, they could barely hang around
Behind a crowded East and that Atlanta beast
They were lame and they had no offense
What could Omar do?
He asked for Manny! Manny Ramirez! (Ramirez!)
The biggest bat in Massachusetts
He asked for Manny! Manny Ramirez
Oh… my… GOD!!!!!! Greg, I'm dyin' here.
It's our new format. Anything we have to say we say through Barry Manilow song parodies. For the rest of the season. Perhaps for the rest of time. Not just on the blog, in general.