Artist: Big Dog
Album: The Trot Nixon Show
Title: Without Me
", real site no gimmicks" -> Big Dog

Two Fenway Park balls are on the outside;
on the outside, on the outside
Two Fenway Park balls are on the inside;
on the inside, on the inside

Guess who's back
Back again
Dirt Dog's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back
guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back.. {*Millar hums*}

[Verse 1]
Didn't swing for the Monster, then nobody wants to bash Manny no more
They want Doggie, I'm chopped liver (huh?)
Well if you want RBI, this is what I'll give ya
Little played small 'til I hit some hard homers
Some throws that would make my jump start quicker
than a shock when I get shocked that you want to drive
me to the airport when I'm not power hitting
When I forgot the out count you said 'release me' (hey!!)
You waited this long, now stop debating
Cause I'm back, I'm on the rip and runs create-ing
I know that I got a job (didn't trade me)
but my home run Trot problem's gone away lately
Now my OBP is high for me
just let me be me, that is the key
They tried to slide me up - five-spot you see
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on Tek, Todd, Bill - get on my back
Heck, you can all come in on my hits
And get ready, cause August is about to get heavy
I just blasted one off the Rocket, 'I"M NO FATTY!

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, Dirt-Doggie
Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little, Dirt-Doggie
Cause it feels so empty, without me

Little's Hellions, kid's feelin rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still talk about Ted's sins
They start feelin like prisoners helpless
'til someone comes along on a mission: LET'S JUST WIN!!!
A visionary, the vision is scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves
'Back trackin' rebel', so just let me revel and bask
in the fact that I got everyone kissin my ass {*smak*}
"lefty disaster," "such a castastrophe"
for you to see so damn much of my ass; you asked for me?
Well I'm back, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
{*bzzt*} Fix your damn antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter in, the back of your order (I'm not The Splendid Splinter)
the center of attention, "back from my dinner"
I'm interesting, the best thing since Pete's sting
Investing in "this is the year" and vesting
{*bzzt*} Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents: played two years for free
'A nuisance,' who said? You said to me?


[Verse 3]
A-tisket a-tasket, I go stat for stat with
anybody who's talkin Tampa - bat slipped
Yanks make me sick you will get your ass kicked
worse than them Baltimore cheap-shot bastards
They wanted Thome? He could get K'd by Corsi
You thirty-four year old baldheaded fat, you for me?
We don't 'loan' see, too old, let go
It's over, nobody needs you at first now
So let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with Pedro, Johnny and D-Lowe
I been mope, so stressful with my head full
ever since a nickname turned me into a symbol {*knife slices*}
But sometimes well it just seems
nobody ever wants to discuss me
Only when I'm not hit-ting
But it's just me, I'm slow start-ing
No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the best thing since Carl Yastrzemski
to go out and play so selflessly
even when I'm not that healthy
(Hey!!) Here's a contract that works
Twenty million Yawkey Trust dollars emerge
But no matter how Manny hits in the seats
We'll come up empty, without me


{*Sing this twice:
"Chem-hie-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la"*}


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