Oh, right. (Thanks to the New York Post for the reminder.)
Let the lampooning commence. Meanwhile, I'm going to go read a book.
I'm high up on the line, you can get behind me,
But my head's so big you can't sit behind me.
Life of a Don, lights keep glowin',
Comin' in the club wit that fresh shit on, with something crazy on my arm.
Ha ha ha hum. Here's another hit, Barry Bonds.