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On the north shore of Long Island
Near a bridge called Triboro
You can go to Shea to see the Metsies play
With a man named Bobby Bo
Now Bobby, he's been hurtin'
He's got a brace upon his knee
And when he gets up to bat, he looks awfully fat
And he hits one-sixty-three
And he's bad, bad, Bobby Bo
He can't field and he runs real slow
Slower than a garden snail
More injured than old Mike Vail
Now, one night, a short time ago
Bobby's playing right
And every ball, just seemed to fall
His defense was a fright
And when it came to hitting
It surely seemed to me
Each time he's up, he'd go right down
Strike one, strike two, strike three
And he's bad, bad, Bobby Bo
He can't field and he runs real slow
Slower than a garden snail
More injured than old Mike Vail
There's a kid there named Cedeno
Who's been hitting up a storm
And he's as quick as Bobby's thick
And he's really coming on
And if Bobby doesn't change soon
As near as I can tell
He's gonna end up right atop the scrap heap
With a man named Rojas, Mel
And he's bad, bad, Bobby Bo
He can't field and he runs real slow
Slower than a garden snail
More injured than old Mike Vail
Yes he was slower than a garden snail
And he couldn't do a thing but fail
May 10, 1999: The "second coming" of Bobby Bonilla to the New York Mets for the 1999 season proved to be disastrous. Early on it was obvious that his contributions would be minimal.