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This is a parody of Hey There, Delilah by the Plain White T's. It's about Barry Bonds singing to his daughter. Lyrics Below. Hey there, Aisha/ What’s it like in San Francisco? / We’re playing the New York Mets/ And I’m less popular than disco/ Yeah, it’s true/ Shea Stadium doesn’t love me like you do/ Singing the blues/ Hey there, Aisha/ Don't you worry about the home runs/ Because in just a couple years/ ARod will beat it and I’ll be done/ Yes, I’m screwed/ Pujols will probably do it, too/ Oh, shit it’s true/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Why they’re booing me/ Hey there, Aisha/ I kno... more >

This is a parody of Hey There, Delilah by the Plain White T's. It's about Barry Bonds singing to his daughter. Lyrics Below. Hey there, Aisha/ What’s it like in San Francisco? / We’re playing the New York Mets/ And I’m less popular than disco/ Yeah, it’s true/ Shea Stadium doesn’t love me like you do/ Singing the blues/ Hey there, Aisha/ Don't you worry about the home runs/ Because in just a couple years/ ARod will beat it and I’ll be done/ Yes, I’m screwed/ Pujols will probably do it, too/ Oh, shit it’s true/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Why they’re booing me/ Hey there, Aisha/ I know times are getting harder/ Nobody outside Cali likes me/ It’s a shame to be my daughter/ That’s understood/ Neighbors won’t say hello in the hood/ Not like they should…/ Hey there, Aisha/ I took too many medications/ If every simple song I wrote to you/ Would silence an allegation/ I'd write it all/ If I could grow back my shrunken balls/ I’d be in the Hall/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Why they’re booing me/ I cheat like George Brett using tar/ Booed in living rooms, at games, in bars/ I walk to first ‘cuz I have no other way/ Baseball fans told me to go to hell/ and even though I hit this well/ Nobody takes my record seriously/ Aisha I can promise you/ That by the time we get through/ The world won’t even remember my name/ And I’m to blame/ Hey there Aisha/ I deeply regret roiding but/ It’s douchebaggery more than power/ When these pitchers are avoiding/ Throwing strikes/ Taking all these four-ball hikes / I’m somebody no one likes/ So my Aisha here's to you/ At least there’s you/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Oh it's why they’re booing me/ Why they’re booing me < less