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  • #61
    Doubleswitch is the Hardest Move to Learn
    Sung to "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year"

    Doubleswitch is the hardest move to learn
    When the pitcher is tired
    And you can get fired because
    Your brain's a fern
    Doubleswitch is the hardest move to learn

    Doubleswitch is the hardest move to learn
    Waving your arm in a windmill
    Was a whole lot more simple for
    Your mind to discern
    Doubleswitch is the hardest move to learn

    Because two'll be coming and
    two'll be running and
    it's all so much counting and fuss.
    The lineup will be changing and
    the card rearranging with red crayon
    you genious.

    Doubleswitch is the hardest move to learn
    Because one switch is plenty
    Any more are too many
    The Coma Court is adjourned:
    Doubleswitch is the hardest move to learn

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    • #62
      WOW
      Originally posted by SteveJRogers
      Wang era.

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      • #63
        Originally posted by KingOlerud
        When the pitcher is tired
        And you can get fired because
        Your brain's a fern
        SPIT TAKE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
        Originally posted by lgm6986
        Only this team can legitimately summon misery and regret amidst euphoria.

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        • #64
          This is a very tough crowd, and these are hard to top..

          This is an except from "Last Season" (sung to Last Christmas by Wham!)

          Last Season
          Willie had champagne
          But in the next two weeks, the sweet went away.
          This year
          The stench is still here
          But real fans aren’t to blame

          Last Season
          Monotony reigned
          But the very next day Omar said it was ok
          This year
          Carlos is still here
          I'll guess I’ll continue clapping

          Once clapping, hoping it was a lie
          I keep my distance,
          Yet the tee smacked my eye.
          Tell me Willie,
          Do you think about me?
          Well, it's been two weeks
          There goes Reyes bitching to Tony B

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          • #65
            We’re gettin’ nothing for Christmas (I'm gettin nothin for Christmas)

            We’re gettin’ nothing for Christmas
            What an offseason we've had
            We’re gettin’ nothing for Christmas
            Cause our prospects ain’t nothing but bad

            Preteen gave L Millz head
            Someone take him for free
            Humber and Pelf they get no cred
            Let’s trade them for Cliff Lee
            Heilmans a ****in slug
            Gomez is a little smug
            Sweep our prospects under the rug
            Someone take them for free

            Oh
            We’re gettin’ nothing for Christmas
            What an offseason we've had
            We’re gettin’ nothing for Christmas
            Cause our prospects ain’t nothing but bad
            Originally posted by SteveJRogers
            Wang era.

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            • #66
              It's Christmas time in Flushing Queens
              Omar's cooking chicken with rice and beans
              Gomez and Bernazard are at the meal
              No Paul Lo Duca, got sent away in a deal
              Trading away prospects left and right
              No body accused Omar of being bright
              Some say that Omar's in a deep fog
              Must've been drinking way too much egg nog
              The rhymes you hear are the rhymes of DDP's
              'Cause you know, Omar won't trade for any Japanese
              Originally posted by lgm6986
              Standard definition should be outlawed. My daughter was just watching iCarly a little while ago, a show that I absolutely loathe, in SD and I made her switch to its HD equivalent. In fact, I didn't make her, I grabbed the remote from her tiny hand and changed it myself. Standard definition is barbaric and inhumane.

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              • #67
                awesome ****ing thread.

                great stuff
                Your Daily Rayne Summers Moment...
                http://www.leasticoulddo.com/




                Mitt Romney SUCKS.

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                • #68
                  Scat Porn and Wine (sung to Cliff Richards Mistletoe and Wine)

                  The old man is a king, the real fans sing,
                  The old has phoned, theres a Metsiac beginning.
                  Dreams of Jennings, dreams of Louse,
                  Willie's numb, bored players aglow.

                  Christmas time, champagne and whine
                  Padrino singing denial and rhyme
                  With bad fans on the fire and doubters hung from the tree
                  A time for rejoicing in all that we see

                  A time for Schneider, a time for believing
                  A time for trusting, Minayas not deceiving,
                  T-shirts and laughter and pepsi ever after,
                  Ours for the taking, just clap all the harder.

                  Christmas time, jihads and wine
                  Padrino singing kick your ass rhyme
                  With REY on the phone and shrews on the tree
                  A time for killing off all the bitches we see

                  A time for giving prospects, a time for getting complete crap,
                  A time for yawning and for forgetting.
                  Padrino is love, scat porn is peace,
                  A time for hating and fighting to cease (because he's forgotten why).

                  Evil colleagues, mistletoe and puke
                  Padrino LOL'ing x 1,000,000,000 christian rhyme
                  With BRD on the fire and Led hung from the tree
                  A time for rejoicing in all that Padrino can see
                  "There have been artists who have failed to capture dichotomy as beautifully as the Mets have in playing Wilmer Flores at shortstop and Juan Lagares in center field."

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                  • #69
                    Feliz Not That Bad
                    by Omar Minaya


                    Feliz not that bad
                    Feliz not that bad
                    Feliz not that bad, so I trade with Giants
                    For Wright and cash

                    Feliz not that bad
                    Feliz not that bad
                    Feliz not that bad, so I dump Whitey
                    for balls and bats

                    I want a team full of my paisanos
                    I want a team full of my paisanos
                    I want a team full of my paisanos
                    and a bucket full of flan

                    My team's full of crap
                    My team's full of crap
                    My team's full of crap
                    While Willie Randolph, he takes a nap

                    My team's full of crap
                    My team's full of crap
                    My team's full of crap
                    But Manny Acta is on the map

                    I want a team full of my paisanos
                    I want a team full of my paisanos
                    I want a team full of my paisanos
                    and a bucket full of flan

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                    • #70
                      O come, all ye ungrateful
                      Mediocre and migrant
                      Oh, come ye, oh, come ye to Shea Stadium
                      Come and behold him
                      Trade him to the Angels
                      Playoff races just bore him
                      Playoff races just bore him
                      Playoff races just bore him
                      Carlos, the bored.
                      Originally posted by SteveJRogers
                      Wang era.

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                      • #71
                        On the first day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        An infielder with a bum knee

                        On the second day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee

                        On the third day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Three of Omar’s friends
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee

                        On the fourth day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Four empty words
                        Three of Omar’s friends
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee

                        On the fifth day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Five torn hamstrings
                        Four empty words
                        Three of Omar’s friends
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee

                        On the sixth day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Six pitchers graying
                        Five torn hamstrings
                        Four empty words
                        Three of Omar’s friends
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee

                        On the seventh day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Seven cornrows trimming
                        Six pitchers graying
                        Five torn hamstrings
                        Four empty words
                        Three of Omar’s friends
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee

                        On the eighth day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Eight owners bilking
                        Seven cornrows trimming
                        Six pitchers graying
                        Five torn hamstrings
                        Four empty words
                        Three of Omar’s friends
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee

                        On the ninth day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Nine shortstops prancing
                        Eight owners bilking
                        Seven cornrows trimming
                        Six pitchers graying
                        Five torn hamstrings
                        Four empty words
                        Three of Omar’s friends
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee

                        On the tenth day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Ten Willies sleeping
                        Nine shortstops prancing
                        Eight owners bilking
                        Seven cornrows trimming
                        Six pitchers graying
                        Five torn hamstrings
                        Four empty words
                        Three of Omar’s friends
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee

                        On the eleventh day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Eleven closers griping
                        Ten Willies sleeping
                        Nine shortstops prancing
                        Eight owners bilking
                        Seven cornrows trimming
                        Six pitchers graying
                        Five torn hamstrings
                        Four empty words
                        Three of Omar’s friends
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee

                        On the twelth day of Christmas
                        The Mets gave to me
                        Twelve Latins chumming
                        Eleven closers griping
                        Ten Willies sleeping
                        Nine shortstops prancing
                        Eight owners bilking
                        Seven cornrows trimming
                        Six pitchers graying
                        Five torn hamstrings
                        Four empty words
                        Three of Omar’s friends
                        Two prospects rid of
                        And an infielder with a bum knee
                        Originally posted by SteveJRogers
                        Wang era.

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                        • #72
                          Okay, better late than never I hope.

                          David Wright the Honkey
                          To the tune of 'Dominick the Donkey'

                          Hey! Gringedy Gring,
                          (I'm bored, I'm bored)
                          It's David Wright the Honkey
                          Gringedy Gring,
                          (Don't win, just play)
                          The lone Caucasian flunky
                          La la la la la la la la la la la la
                          La la la youknowwhatI'msayin doo dah

                          Omar's got a token
                          His name is David Wright
                          The only guy around the Mets
                          Whose skin color is white
                          For now he's safe at third base
                          But soon Omar will say,
                          "We just improved the pitching
                          by trading him for Beltre."

                          Hey! Gringedy Gring,
                          (I'm bored, I'm bored)
                          It's David Wright the Honkey
                          Gringedy Gring,
                          (Don't win, just play)
                          The lone Caucasian flunky
                          La la la la la la la la la la la la
                          La la la youknowwhatI'msayin doo dah

                          The team collapses at his feet
                          Can't carry them on his back
                          The shortstop's handshakes prosper
                          While his swing gets out of whack
                          A two year pact for Franco
                          A deal for Valentin
                          Who needs extra BP
                          Just work on your dance routine

                          Hey! Gringedy Gring,
                          (I'm bored, I'm bored)
                          It's David Wright the Honkey
                          Gringedy Gring,
                          (Don't win, just play)
                          The lone Caucasian flunky
                          La la la la la la la la la la la la
                          La la la youknowwhatI'msayin doo dah

                          Losses mount, real fans clap hands
                          And Reyes starts to dance
                          The scoreboard teaches Spanish
                          To the people in the stands
                          But don't you dare complain David
                          Or Latin tempers will swell
                          You will be excess, traded to Texas
                          With one call to Tony's cell

                          Hey! Gringedy Gring,
                          (I'm bored, I'm bored)
                          It's David Wright the Honkey
                          Gringedy Gring,
                          (Don't win, just play)
                          The lone Caucasian flunky
                          La la la la la la la la la la la la
                          La la la youknowwhatI'msayin doo dah

                          (I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm, bored, I'm bored, I'm bored...)

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                          • #73
                            Originally posted by lgm6986 View Post
                            Agreed. The whole f*cking thread is awesome. I'm usually involved with these song parody threads but the bar is set so high this time I'm afraid to try. Every one of these things is great.

                            LMAO.
                            All I can do is sit here and read and laugh. No way can I compete with this level of talent.
                            The 2018 Mets - making the Titanic look buoyant.

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                            • #74
                              Originally posted by lgm6986 View Post
                              Okay, better late than never I hope.

                              David Wright the Honkey
                              To the tune of 'Dominick the Donkey'

                              Hey! Gringedy Gring,
                              (I'm bored, I'm bored)
                              It's David Wright the Honkey
                              Gringedy Gring,
                              (Don't win, just play)
                              The lone Caucasian flunky
                              La la la la la la la la la la la la
                              La la la youknowwhatI'msayin doo dah

                              Omar's got a token
                              His name is David Wright
                              The only guy around the Mets
                              Whose skin color is white
                              For now he's safe at third base
                              But soon Omar will say,
                              "We just improved the pitching
                              by trading him for Beltre."

                              Hey! Gringedy Gring,
                              (I'm bored, I'm bored)
                              It's David Wright the Honkey
                              Gringedy Gring,
                              (Don't win, just play)
                              The lone Caucasian flunky
                              La la la la la la la la la la la la
                              La la la youknowwhatI'msayin doo dah

                              The team collapses at his feet
                              Can't carry them on his back
                              The shortstop's handshakes prosper
                              While his swing gets out of whack
                              A two year pact for Franco
                              A deal for Valentin
                              Who needs extra BP
                              Just work on your dance routine

                              Hey! Gringedy Gring,
                              (I'm bored, I'm bored)
                              It's David Wright the Honkey
                              Gringedy Gring,
                              (Don't win, just play)
                              The lone Caucasian flunky
                              La la la la la la la la la la la la
                              La la la youknowwhatI'msayin doo dah

                              Losses mount, real fans clap hands
                              And Reyes starts to dance
                              The scoreboard teaches Spanish
                              To the people in the stands
                              But don't you dare complain David
                              Or Latin tempers will swell
                              You will be excess, traded to Texas
                              With one call to Tony's cell

                              Hey! Gringedy Gring,
                              (I'm bored, I'm bored)
                              It's David Wright the Honkey
                              Gringedy Gring,
                              (Don't win, just play)
                              The lone Caucasian flunky
                              La la la la la la la la la la la la
                              La la la youknowwhatI'msayin doo dah

                              (I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm, bored, I'm bored, I'm bored...)
                              Hall of Fame post. But only when it's sung.

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                              • #75
                                lgm, that's f*cking brilliant.
                                Originally posted by lgm6986
                                Standard definition should be outlawed. My daughter was just watching iCarly a little while ago, a show that I absolutely loathe, in SD and I made her switch to its HD equivalent. In fact, I didn't make her, I grabbed the remote from her tiny hand and changed it myself. Standard definition is barbaric and inhumane.

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