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Bad Guy by Billy Epplish

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Enjoy this fine piece of musical work.

Billy Eppler wearing a black suit and black tie but no sunglasses standing at a podium with two microphones.

This is a song about Billy Eppler. A parody. Thank you for understanding. Here’s the original song.

Lyrics:

Pinstripes, now red, on the West Coast

Dreamin’, next week you could be toast

Divin’, in the dumpster for gold

Think you’ve found gems from coal.

Tommy, a spark of lightning bang

Brian Goodwin rakes hard and man

Buttrey, fire out of the pen

Why won’t? You love me all.

Cuz Bour whiffs mad guy

Cahill is dead weight guy

Lucroy can’t block s*** guy

Harvey meatballs rough guy (and Allen)

I’m that bad type

Make your “manger” sad type

Make your owner mad tight

Might o’erdraft some guys type

I’m the bad guy

Duh

I’m the bad guy

I signed Trout to a lifetime deal,

Drafted, developed Jo Adell

Bagged Oh-tani and Ippei too

Farm system’s doing well.

My “man-ger” passed a written test

Big brained, in the making oh yes

If he knew I didn’t have a

Plan- he would quit right now

Cuz Bour whiffs mad guy

Cahill is dead weight guy

Lucroy can’t block s*** guy

Harvey meatballs rough guy (and Allen)

I’m that bad type

Make your “manger” sad type

Make your owner mad tight

Might o’erdraft some guys type

I’m the bad guy

Duh

I’m the bad guy, duh

I’m only good at bein’ bad, bad

I like when you get mad

I guess I’m pretty glad we got per caps

You said they ain’t turning out?

I mean, I don’t see what she sees

But maybe it’s cuz we have 714 tickets

I’m a bad guy

I’m a bad guy

Bad guy, bad guy

I’m a bad