Drive in--your rump's set--
Two CCs.
Push that plunger in tube down;
Don't worry: Selig's a clown.
You're one of many men
Who use "medication"
To boost size; you don't beware
That in a latter day
You'll look like Arnold, they say,
Or Bonds, who smacks 'em in the Bay.

Battin'-brawn stickers take hits;
Battin'-brawn stickers make hits.
So primed when young,
Then shrivel where stones are hung.

Here come those stabbin' anabolics--wince.

He jogs to showboat for the fans,
Thinks he's water-walker; swelled
Head, but San Fran knows him well.
Yes they all know by now
That he loves to stab 'em,
Just like the slugger Jose,
Man who peeped about the spree
Of juicin' back in the 90s.
Hall of Fame ain't where he will be.

Battin'-brawn stickers take hits;
Battin'-brawn stickers make hits.
So spry when young,
Then their bones leach calcium.

Your friends said, "Yes, do go
For that shot in fanny;
Kid, you'll paste that ball higher,
Out of the park. And earn
More, though syringe downside you'll learn:
That your joints are gonna burn.

Battin'-brawn stickers take hits;
Battin'-brawn stickers make hits.
That cowhide's stung,
Belted for one more home run.