Take me out to the brawl game,

I want to watch Derek Bell.

Hookers and fist-fights are his highlights:

I don't care if he goeth to hell.

For it's brute, brute, brute on the home team.

If they don't sin, they're to blame.

For it's one, two, three (four...ten), a KO,

And you're out at the all-brawl "game."

Eric Anthony's pond scum

A screw is loose in his brain.

Throws his helmet like a four-year-old,

Heck, let's give him six whacks of the cane.

For the sport's becoming a mockery.

Owners don't know how to tame.

Players make one, two...seven million a year,