Profar away
Doesn’t anybody want to see the Braves win of late
It would be so fine to see your bat at the plate
Doesn’t help to know you’re just locked away

Two years ago we signed you and you screwed us good
Another chance in 26 to work in the hood
Oh, how I wish you could
But you’re Profar away

One more song about discipline Manfred’s way
Can’t say much of anything that’s new
If I could only work baseball out my way
I wouldn’t spend a dime on bums like you

But you’re Profar away
Doesn’t anybody want to see the Braves win of late
It would be so fine to see your bat at the plate
Doesn’t help to know you’re just locked away
Yeah, you’re Profar away

Defending last year sure got me down and lonely
Nothing else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the Mets don’t come to own me
There’s so many dreams I’ve yet to find

But you’re Profar away
Doesn’t anybody want to see the Braves win of late
It would be so fine to see your bat at the plate
Doesn’t help to know you’re just locked away
Yeah, you’re Profar away
Hey, you’re Profar away

I don’t have a lot to say at the moment. My first thought is that either he has no idea what’s in his breakfast cereal, someone spiked his breakfast cereal, or he’s the stupidest person in a profession that has a lot of very, very stupid people.