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Compliments of Dire Straits and a little editing.

Warning lights are flashing down at quality control
Somebody checked a sample and they threw him in the hole.
There's rumors in the clubhouse and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came tumbling down.

Theres a meeting in the boardroom - they're trying to trace the smell
Theres leaking in the washroom - theres a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
goodness me could this be the Steroid disease?

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
They're refusing to be pacified - its him they blame the most
The watchdogs got some rabies - and the foremans got some fleas
And everyones concerned about the Steroid disease

Theres panic on the switchboard - tongues are tied in knots
Some come out in sympathy and some come out in spots
Some blame the management - some the employees
But everybody knows its the Steroid disease

The work force is disgusted - they are taking walks
Innocence is injured - experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
That these are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze

On ESPN and ABC they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless - theology is worse
History boils over - theres an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean Steroid disease

Doctor Parkinson declared Im not surprised to see you here
You've got smokers cough from smoking, and brewers droop from drinking beer
I dont know how you came to get those Bette Davis knees
But worst of all young man youve got the Steroid disease

He wrote him a prescription - he said he was depressed
But he was glad he came to see him to get this off his chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another victim of the Steroid disease

I go down to speakers corner - I am thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists and police in trucks
Two men say they're Jesus - one of them must be wrong
Theres a protest singer - he's singing a protest song

He says:
They wanna write those stories to keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war to keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying japanese
They wanna have a war to stop the Steroid disease

Theyre pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap your energy and incarcerate your mind
They give you Bud, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in in a hotel and a sunday striptease

Meanwhile the first Jesus says Id cure it soon
Abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons
The other one is on a hunger strike - hes dying by degrees
How come Barry got the Steroid disease?
You spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball, and in the end it turns out that it was the other way around all the time. ~Jim Bouton, Ball Four, 1970
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