The Lyrics
Henry Aaron, Willie Mays, Musial, Penguin Cey.
Reggie Jackson, Mickey Mantle, Joe DiMaggio.
Sammy Sosa, some suspicion, Barry Bonds without contrition.
Jay Giambi, Gary Sheffield, Rafael Palmeiro.
Rosen Al, big bomb, Joltin' Joe's brother Dom.
Babe Ruth, the king say I, Roger Maris still the high
Carl Yastrzemski, his team, Mrs. Yawkey was their queen.
Colavito, Galarraga, kiss that baby goodbye!
We didn't start with McGwire!
He was chasing Maris from St. Louis to Paris.
We didn't start with McGwire!
But how did he light it? And how do we fight it?
Joseph Medwick, Jeff Bagwell, Killebrew, he hit like hell.
Stocky fella Campanella, Ebbets Field rocked.
Mike Schmidt, watch him hit, Ted Williams in a snit.
Carlton Fisk stalls, rocking Joe Adcock.
Hodges, no fluke, Brooklyn's got a hitting Duke.
Garrett Anderson's the man homering at Disneyland.
Bar bet, who da best? Alex/A-Rod boo-fest.
Prince Hal Chase, big disgrace, trouble smells like sewers!
We didn't start with McGwire!
He was chasing Maris from St. Louis to Paris.
We didn't start with McGwire!
But how did he light it? And how do we fight it?
Little Rock, home to Brooks, John (Boog) Powell really cooks.
Nudniks' steroid lie, Lidge gives up homer high.
Frank Howard standing tall, California long ball.
No weather here inside, Jimmy Wynn gives ball a ride.
Wha... uh-oh!
Frank Thomas, Big Hurt, St. Louis' Albert.
Carlos Beltran, Astro, as a Met he's no-go.
Ernie Banks at Wrigley, slugged in days of Kennedy.
Chubby Papi, CITGO, Red Sox with the mojo!
We didn't start with McGwire!
He was chasing Maris from St. Louis to Paris.
We didn't start with McGwire!
But how did he light it? And how do we fight it?
Bobby Thomson, Chambliss, Mazeroski's slam-bliss.
Bucky, lucky, Boston thinks he's sucky.
Joe Carter beat the Phils, Dick Sisler gave them thrills.
Rick Monday, Steve Garvey, Gibson beats Eckersley.
Jimmie Foxx, Double-X, Hack Wilson, pitchers wrecks.
Hey, Jose, Oakland A, there's a whole lot else to say!
We didn't start with McGwire!
He was chasing Maris from St. Louis to Paris.
We didn't start with McGwire!
But how did he light it? And how do we fight it?
No control, pitch it in, watch 'em hit it out again.
Aaron Boone, Johnny Damon, curses now in flamin'.
Prince Fielder, Ryan Howard, hope they've got all-natural power.
Brady Anderson, had to be from "medicine."
Making fortunes off this ride, steroids might be suicide.
Players' debts, big regrets, just like September Mets.
Hypodermics boost the score, baseball's gotta bring the law!
Rockin' slugger/steroid whore? I can't take it anymore!
We didn't start with McGwire!
He was chasing Maris from St. Louis to Paris.
We didn't start with McGwire!
But now he is gone, but the game goes on
and on and on and on...
We didn't start with McGwire!
He was chasing Maris from St. Louis to Paris.
We didn't start with McGwire!
But how did he light it? And how do we fight it?
We didn't start with McGwire!
He was chasing Maris from St. Louis to Paris.
We didn't start with McGwire!
But how did he light it? And how do we fight it?
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