By HoraceClarke66
Cashie played us all,
Jivin’ us that we were voodoo.
With our Wonder from Mars
He batted from each side,
Hit it far and wide.
Became the special man,
And we were Jasson’s fans.
Cashie loved to bray,
Tellin’ us that we’d be champs soon,
That the kids were all stars,
Or even from Mars.
He had a secret plan,
And someday he’d tell us, man.
So where was the Martian?
While that jerk tried to break our balls?
Just the beer lights to guide us.
So he brought him to the show,
And blew out his elbow!
Oh, yeah.
Cashie played for time,
Jivin’ us the Yanks were voodoo.
That the kids were for real
And he was the deal.
God, but he was an ass!
He took it all too far,
And thought that he was the star.
Making love with his ego,
Cashie sucked up into his mind (ah!).
Like a leper messiah,
When his deals had killed the team
We had to give up the dream.
Oh, yeah.
Cashie played us all . . .
This parody was originally posted on the indispensible Yankee website, It is High, It is Far, It is . . .caught.