<H4>Hey Kenny, Kenny Rogers, sing us a song</H4>

To the tune of “Piano Man”

It's five o'clock on a Wednesday
The Ra-anger crowd shuffles in
There's old Kenny walking on the field
Glarin’ mean to the camera men

He says, "Hey, will you get that camera moved
I'm sure it should not be turned on
Yeah it's bad and it's crap and you’re a big pain
Turn it off, make yourself long gone"

Pow pow pow, biff biff biff
Pow pow, biff biff boff boff push

Chorus:
Throw us a punch, at the cameraman
Throw us a punch tonight
Well, you’re now in the mood for some fisticuffs
And you've got us feelin' uptight

Now Dale at the TV is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to clear up some smoke
So there's no place that he'd rather be

He says, "Kenny, I believe you’re killing me."
As the smile ran away from his face
" I'm sure that I could be a media star
If you would get out of my face"

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da dum

Now Buck is an old throwback manager
Who never had time for my life
And he's talkin' with Orel, his right-hand pitching coach
To break up pending strife

And owner Tom Hicks, practices politics
As GM John Hart slowly melts down
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
Not much better than Kenny the clown

Chorus:
Throw us a punch, at the cameraman
Throw us a punch tonight
Well, you’re now in the mood for some fisticuffs
And you've got us feelin' uptight

It's a pretty good crowd for a Wednesday
And the manager gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me Kenny’s comin' to whack
To forget about life for a while

And the stadium, it sounds like a carnival
And the camera, it sounds out of whack
Dead on the ground the bar, inoperable past repair
Just like this reporter’s bruised back

Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da dum

Chorus:
Throw us a punch, at the cameraman
Throw us a punch tonight
Well, you’re now in the mood for some fisticuffs
And you've got us feelin' uptight