Tiger Poetry: Bonds is Calling

(Best hummed to the tune of London Calling by The Clash)



Bonds is calling to the faraway towns
The war is declared-and battle come down
Barry’s calling to the underworld
Come out of denial, you need him too
Bonds is calling, now don't look at us
He says “phoney Steroidmania has bitten the dust”
Bonds is calling, he still got his swing
'Cept for the rucus, ‘oer the roidgate thing

CHORUS
The season is coming, reporters zooming in
The team has stopped running and the bullpen growing thin
A nuclear story, but we have no fear
Barry is crying out, and we need a title!

Bonds is calling to the desperate teams
Forget it, Barry, you can go it alone
Barry’s calling upon Leyland too
Quit holding out- he wanna play for YOU!
Barry’s calling-and you don’t wanna shout
But DD’s been talking- no more holdin out
Bonds is calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except one thing, it’s his roidy eyes

CHORUS

Now get this
Bonds is calling, yeah, he’ll be here, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
Bonds calling Jimmy at the top of the dial
After all we’ve had, won't you give me a smile?

I never felt so much a' like