“The Ballad of Rey Ordonez”

I left my kids behind
And I left my wife alone
Hopped a cyclone fence into Buffalo
And I don’t wanna talk about it

Now I’m making highlights
Like nobody’s ever seen
But if the team ain’t winning they take it out on me
And I don’t wanna talk about it

‘Cause I’m the Cuban Missile baby
But I just can’t get no respect
Because I can’t find a way to connect
They walk the pitcher when I’m on deck
And I’m the Cuban Missile child
And I can’t find no one to relate
Because I’m still batting .188
Oh man I just ain’t no good at the plate

Now my career is tanking
And my contract is up for sale
But I can’t go back home or they’ll put me in jail
And I don’t wanna talk about it

I’m hated in New York now
And Tampa didn’t work out
No love in old Chicago
No luck in San Diego
More bad news in Seattle
And Havana is so far away now