John Rocker by John McCutcheon Lyrics

You give a kid a pile of money
And you put him on TV
For being better at a game
Than you and I will ever be
And you want him in your bullpen
And you want him in the zone
But you want him far away
From the microphone

John Rocker did an interview
He told us what he thought
It's what a lot of people think
But he got caught
Now everybody's wondering
Just what we're gonna do
About the ugly little secret
That we always knew

When I read the story
First thing that came to mind
Was how Henry Aaron
Fought his whole lifetime
To battle all the demons
That raised their heads
In the kind of ideas
That interview spread
How many years?
How many times?
How many jokes?
How many crimes?
How many mistakes?
How many abuses?
How many apologies?
How many excuses?

‘Cause I am the queer with AIDS, John Rocker
I'm the single mother with the kids, John Rocker
I am the foreigner and I got here
The same way your people did, John Rocker
So take your seat on the subway
Get on the bus
Underneath your fears
You're just one of us

John Rocker did an interview
He told us what he thought
It's what a lot of people think
But he got caught