bellyitcher

Albert, Albert,
There's too many left on base
Pujols, Pujols, Pujols,
Where you swing there's nothing but space
I know you don't have protection
But, see, we now expect perfection

Pujols, Pujols,
You don't need to try so hard
You see, reaching's not the answer,
Only that can keep you in the yard
I know you don't have protection
But, see, we now expect perfection

Weak ground outs and infield flies
This month looks to be a season low
Take a day, cause we don't know
Oh, what's going on
What's going on
Yeah, what's going on
Ah, what's going on
In the mean time
Let's go, Albert
Let's go
Let's go

Albert, Albert,
Time to show us that we're wrong
Oh, but who are we to judge you
We're just part of the faceless throng
Oh, we know that you will find a way
As long as you stop pressing, dear Jose
Oh

Weak ground outs and infield flies
This month looks to be a season low
Take a day, cause we don't know
What's going on
Yeah, what's going on
Tell us what's going on
Please tell us what's going on - Oh
Let's go, Albert
Let's go, Albert

-with sincerest apologies to Marvin Gaye