Sing along if you'd like!

Beat writers write on the first of July

About a story we've all seen

A season of frustration

And now click-bait on the screen

The fans are howling cuz we see this every year

Keep it to yourself, we don't wanna hear

Don't make that joke, don't pick that fight

Let's get our direction moving right

Focus on today, not on years ago...

Not years ago!

Bobby Bo, Bobby Bo

Can't hear ‘bout it anymore!

Bobby Bo, Bobby Bo

This story's such a bore!

I don't care

Who they're going to pay

Lobby all you want

The Wilpons are broke as sh*t either way.

[Small musical interlude that the Wilpons can't afford.]

It's funny how a million bucks

(and 190k more)

and the writers I used to follow

turn into pageview whores!

It's time to say what's really wrong

And not sing Bonilla's song

Don't write, it's trite, it's every year!

Every year!

Bobby Bo, Bobby Bo

Can't hear ‘bout it anymore!

Bobby Bo, Bobby Bo

This story's such a bore!

You'd get paid!

If you were him!

Lobby all you want!

[Second small musical interlude that the Wilpons can't afford. Includes building of a new palace -- a stadium! -- which the Wilpons also can't afford.]

He hasn't played for us since nineteen ninety nine....

He hit .160 and then would whine for more playing time!

And one thought crystallizes -- it's a simple fact:

That money gone for good

The past is in the past!

Bobby Bo? Let it go!

Can't hear ‘bout it anymore!

Bobby Bo? Let it go!

This story's such a bore!

I don't care

Who they're going to pay

Lobby all you want

The Wilpons are broke as sh*t either way.