All Things Bubba

A-Rod got run over by a reindeer
Heading down the parkway Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Jeter, we believe.

He'd been out late playing poker
It was going pretty well
Till he saw the paparazzi
And took off like a bat right out of hell.

When they found him Christmas morning,
His Mercedes was all trashed.
There were hoof prints on his forehead,
And suspicious piles of deer poop on the dash.

A-Rod got run over by a reindeer
Heading down the parkway Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Jeter, we believe.

Now we're all so grieved for Torre,
His old heart is sad and blue
See him talking to the press corps,
Reponding to reporters, "Alex who?"

It's not Christmas without A-Rod.
He was taken far too soon.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Is there still a chance to re-sign Aaron Boone?

A-Rod got run over by a reindeer
Heading down the parkway Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Jeter, we believe.

Now the beer is on the table
And the bowls of dips and chips.
And the grape and Cool Blue Gatorade,
That remind us all of A-Rod's purple lips.

I've warned all my friends and neighbors.
Don't be fooled by that old man
He's no friend of our Bronx Bombers
Santa's suit is red 'cause he's a Red Sox fan.

A-Rod got run over by a reindeer
Heading down the parkway Christmas eve.
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Jeter, we believe.

On a more serious note...happy holidays, all! Peace on earth, good will toward men, and all that...even you Red Sox fans out there.