A fantasy of the tensions between Israelis and Palestinians as baseball.
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Story behind the song
I was impressed by President Bush's command of both the English language and baseball.
Lyrics
VERSE 1:
Bush keeps telling Afafat to “speak in his own tongue;”
In America we like that no matter where you’re from.
When Arafat speaks English, Dubya’s got no clue,
But if Yasser spoke in Arabic, he could be no more confused.
So I wish that it was baseball and the season still was young;
Bush still telling Afafat to “speak in his own tongue.”
CHORUS:
Everybody’s rootin for the Home Team
Both the Arabs and the Jews are on the Home Team
Bases loaded, count is full
Ya could call this moment critical
Everybody’s shootin..
VERSE 2:
No Arabs in the Bull Pen; pitchers all been shelled.
A long-ball hitter is waiting in the well
Jews are up to bat; they had the Seventh Inning Stretch.
Bottom of the order; they’ll be swinging for the fence.
Ariel checks himself; grabs his crotch a bit
Yasser gets the sign; he’s spitting in his mitt
CHORUS
VERSE 3:
Runners First and Third, the bottom of the Eighth
Bring the infield in, send Yasser to the plate.
Players on the bench are screaming “let ‘em swing away.”
“This is our year,” the fans in Gaza say.
Can’t believe Sharon can still be throwing for the knees;
Bet the Dugout’s calling for that suicide squeeze.
CHORUS
CODA:
When the Arabs play the Jews
They always play to win.
They usually lose,
But they can always play again.