Let's Bash | The Unauthorized Bash Brothers Experience ─ thelonelyisland

To celebrate the A's return to the postseason. LET'S BASH!
Watch & listen to the full 30 minute experience: https://UnauthorizedBashBros.lnk.to/TLI

Visionary artists (and lifelong Oakland Athletics fans) The Lonely Island, pay tribute to legendary baseball gods, Jose Canseco and Mark McGwire AKA the Bash Brothers, in a long-form visual poem set in 1988.

LYRICS

Let's Bash (x6)
Let's bash on they ass
Let's Bash (x6)
Let's bash on they ass

Just hit a 3 run ho-ho
But if you wanna high five that's a no-no
I'm heading home, all my homies at home plate
Are waiting on me so you know I gotta do something great
And that's when the arms come up
Like we about to drink from a cup
Cause we a buncha buff dudes just flexin'
Acknowledging our feats via human connection

Let's bash (x2)
Let's monster bash
Hit a tater out the statiour for monster cash
Hit a dinger through the fucking VIP suite glass
Break your fucking arm in half and then sign the cast

Get well soon, love Jose. Sorry about your arm, Walt Weiss
It happens

I might be an Athletic, but I'm built like a Giant
And I'm wearin' White Sox, like an Angel that's flyin'
Met a Blue Jay that's fuckin' an Oriel, you're Royally screwed
Like a Marlin Expo-sed to the oil, that a Pirate or a Mariner spilled out his tanker,
That's a Cardinal sin, Padre
Man, tell it to the Ranger, you feel Brave little Cub come try to sock me
But when I'm seeing Red shit is gonna get Rocky
I'll Dodge your fist, beat your blood Red Socks soggy
Astrophysicist make you see stars promptly
I'm more hopped up than a Brewer that's hyper
Sit Indian style when I'm Yankee on my Tiger
I'm starin' at a Philly with some major league Twins
If you didn't know by now, I'm naming baseball teams

Let's bash (x2)
Let's monster bash
Round tripper make the pitcher feel like donkey ass.
Hit a ding-dong-doodle with my bing-bong-bat
We smack a blast, then we smash a bash