Here’s a little song I wrote about the best baseball player of our time.
Blame It On Buster
I was born in the reign of the A’s of the seventies
Cheering for them from the womb
Someone swept me away like the twenty-twelve Tigers
I couldn’t help swishing my broom
Blame it on Buster
His game packs a wow
Blame it on Buster
I’m a Giants fan now
In college I lived near the A’s coliseum
Cheering from cheap bleacher seats
But somebody’s swing and his perfect pitch-calling
Swept me right off of my cleats
Blame it on Buster
His game packs a wow
Blame it on Buster
I’m a Giants fan now
Henderson and Eckersley
It’s true you were great
But who could resist
Black and orange twenty-eight
Blame it on Buster
His game packs a wow
Blame it on Buster
I’m a Giants fan now
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