Charlie Manuel Band

Hoodwink’d by cj hood

Charlie Manuel Band

WHAT, ME WORRY?

The Phillies went down to Georgia, looking for a series to steal.

Manuel manages like he blind cuz they're way behind and this is how I feel.

When they came across this old man and he was swingin the bat real hot.

And Papp jumped on the mound and said: "Boy let me tell you what:"

 

"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a major league player too."

"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you."

"Now you swing a pretty good bat, boy, but give this closer his due:"

"I'd bet my contract that's gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."

The old man said: "My name's Chipper and it might be a sin."

"But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

 

Chipper raise your bat and swing that lumber hard.

'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and Papp is throwing hard.

And the only way you'll win this game is if you go for yard.

But if you lose, the Phillies sweep and we might be the Wild Card.

 

Horst is out and Papp came in and said: "I'll finish this show."

And fire flew from his fingertips as he started to throw.

And he let his arm hang low and he made a goofy face.

Prado smacked it, Frandsen flinched, OMG what a disgrace.

Then Papp threw Jones heat, Chipper said: "Well you're pretty good ol'son."

"But throw another fast ball, right there, and let me show you how its done."

 

No fire on this mound, walk Bourn, walk.

Bases loaded and hope he doesn't balk.

Howard in the dugout, counting his dough.

"Cholly, does your shortstop hustle?"

"No, child, no."

 

Papp threw the third fast ball, bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.

Then he laid that golden contract on the ground at Jones' feet.

Chipper said: "Papp, just come on back if you ever want to try again."

"cause I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best there's ever been."

 

Janish, Johnson, Prado, run boys, run.

Polly should have played D to prevent those 2 runs.

Howard in the dugout, counting his dough.

"Cholly, does your shortstop hustle?"

"No, child, no."