You have to learn to curb your tongue
Rocker
You have hot air inside your lungs
Rocker
You've only had one year that turned out good
But you insult New York place
Where the only thing you saw
Were dopehead thugs in your face
And they hate the name John Rocker
Rocker

49*

I think that you were paranoid
Rocker
Sports Illustrated might have toyed
Rocker
You turned all baseball into your crusade
By bashing gays, single moms,BR>
And your David Duke disgrace
"Guilty" written on your face
And you cannot win, John Rocker
The Texas Rangers you now go
Strike 1, Strike 2
Why did you go low?
All you spout is dumb bigotry
Sad poetry
What does it mean?
Rocker

Rocker
Don't ask for penance
Or a bone
Rocker
You won't find solace
On the phone
Rocker
I'm sure you had some kind of lame excuse
But here you are in the pen
Two men out and three men on
They didn't call on your name
They'd rather lose than send John Rocker

Rocker
All you'll say is all non-whites stink
They hate you, too
Go back where you slink

Rocker
I'm sure you had some kind of lame excuse
For bashing gays, single moms
And your David Duke disgrace
"Guilty" written on your face
And you cannot win, John Rocker
Rocker, Rocker
J-O-H-N
Rocker