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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

"Who's the man hidin in the sand?long beard man ruler of the taliban.damn gotta big bombdamn. I gotta big bomb.duh duh duh duh duh duhduh duh duh duh duh duhIt's strapped to my big dongI come from a cavea young virgin as my slavehell no, I don't shave!I keep it grimy, man.So my hair stays greasy and shiny, man.Who's the man hidin in the sand?long haired man, ruler of the taliban.Where I go nobody knows. Hidin in the sand with my hoes.Cave to cave, you cannot deny.I'm grimy, and I've got mad alibis. Rich as a bitch, and my boys don't snitch.We're spreadin fast, like a PC glitch.Who's the man hidin in the sand?Long bearded man, ruler of the taliban.Damn I gotta big bomb, damn I gotta... more >

"Who's the man hidin in the sand? long beard man ruler of the taliban. damn gotta big bomb damn. I gotta big bomb. duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh It's strapped to my big dong I come from a cave a young virgin as my slave hell no, I don't shave! I keep it grimy, man. So my hair stays greasy and shiny, man. Who's the man hidin in the sand? long haired man, ruler of the taliban. Where I go nobody knows. Hidin in the sand with my hoes. Cave to cave, you cannot deny. I'm grimy, and I've got mad alibis. Rich as a bitch, and my boys don't snitch. We're spreadin fast, like a PC glitch. Who's the man hidin in the sand? Long bearded man, ruler of the taliban. Damn I gotta big bomb, damn I gotta big bomb. To all son of taliban, I say stick to my master plan... while I hide out and play in the sand. I'm grimy man. Ruler of the taliban. Yeah yeah. I'm grimy man. Ruler of the taliban. I keep the plan... hidden in my pants, man. Near the bomb strapped to my dong. Close to the sand with a virgin in each hand. One eye on the Koran, the other eye on the master plan. I'm rich, deal with it, bitch! I'm like a virus man, you wont find me under all this sand. < less