From "The Unauthorized Bash Brothers Experience" on Netflix. Visionary artists (and lifelong Oakland Athletics fans) The Lonely Island, pay tribute to legendary baseball gods, Jose Canseco and Mark McGwire AKA the Bash Brothers, in a long-form visual poem set in 1988. Watch & listen to the full length experience: https://UnauthorizedBashBros.lnk.to/TLI LYRICS She said she wants to fuck me with my uniform ON She grabbed me by the bat, now it’s going, going, GONE I never finish sex cause I’m so juiced OUT But she nutted 3 times, then we BASHED then I BOUNCED I reside in Blackhawk, in a big fucking HOUSE My community is gated cause I don’t strike OUT Got room with CHAIR, got a room with a COUCH Got a framed photograph of the time I met ALF You know I’m not a hamburger but they call me big MAC Got the one ton jimmy and the itty bitty SACK My balls shrinky dinky cause the ‘roids so STRONG But it makes the aforementioned jimmy-jam look LONG The name is MARK, and no I’m not MORK And yes I eat PORK, cause it’s tasty on my FORK And no, I’m not a JORK, but I’ll jork it out the PORK Cause Noah shoulda had the Bash Brothers on his ORK We are the perfect pair To start a new society Filled with home-run hitting Gold-gloved goliathes Here’s what I found on the web for what’s the plural of goliath: goliaths. Ooooohhhh! We’re goliaths, baby-boy Kirk Gibson’s a pariah, baby-boy I work out with a tire, baby-boy I wonder who could lift it higher, baby-boy Aaaaaaahh! Lift that tire, bitch! Put your back in it and lift it higher, bitch! Stab that needle in my ass til I am rich Make me a god with the chemical sciences Aaaaaah! Baseball, baseball, He-man hit the baseball by the power of greyskull Rip the skin off and eat the brains out the baseball Gonna run a motherfucking train on the baseball Aaaaaah! Don’t tell me to be fucking calm Whip out my dick on the jumbotron Rip out my bones cause my muscles so strong Now the pain so bad that my motherfucking heart stop—