Let's Bash

Akiva Schaffer：

Well the bash started with myself and José Canseco

Uh we were matching forearms one day in the clubhouse

And uh we decided instead of giving a high five

We would bash our forearms together

Andy Samberg/Akiva Schaffer：

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash on they a*s

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash on they a*s

Andy Samberg/Akiva Schaffer：

Uh just hit a three run ho-ho

But if you wanna high five that's a no-no

I'm heading home all my homies at home plate

Are waiting on me so you know I gotta do something great

And that's when the arms go up

Like we about to drink from a cup

'Cause we a bunch of buff dudes just flexin'

Acknowledging our feats via human connection

Andy Samberg/Akiva Schaffer：

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's monster bash

Hit a tater out the stadi-er for monster cash

Hit a dinger through the f**kin' VIP suite glass

Break your f**kin' arm in half and then sign the cast

Andy Samberg/Jorma Taccone：

Get well soon

Love José

Sorry about your arm Walt Weiss

It happens

Andy Samberg/Akiva Schaffer：

When we in Kansas city we walk out in the parking lot

Then yell f**k the Royals

Start swinging and popping off

We beat up their fans 'til the cops say to knock it off

Down half a creatine shake and to top it off

The next day on the bus got hit with the roid rage

But I played it off

Said I was irritated 'cause of my 'cause of my rash

No pain no gain motherf**ker

Andy Samberg/Akiva Schaffer：

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's bash on they a*s

I left my steroids in El Sobrante

Left my steroids in El Sobrante

Left my steroids in El Sobrante

I got to get 'em

I got-got to get 'em

Andy Samberg/Akiva Schaffer：

I might be an Athletic but I'm built like a giant

And I'm wearing white socks like an angel that's flyin'

Met a blue jay that's f**king an oriole

You're royally screwed like a marlin

Exposed to the oil that a pirate or a mariner

Spilled out his tanker

That's a cardinal sin padre

Yeah tell it to the ranger

You feel brave little cub-cub

Try to sock me

But when I'm seeing red s**t is gonna get rocky

I dodge your fist beat your blood-red socks soggy

Astrophysicist make you see stars promptly

I'm more hopped up then a brewer that's hyper

Sit Indian-style when I'm yankee on my tiger

I'm staring at a philly with some major league twins

If you didn't know by now I'm naming baseball teams

Andy Samberg/Akiva Schaffer：

Let's bash

Let's bash

Let's monster bash

Round tripper make the pitcher feel like donkey a*s

Hit a ding dong doodle with my bing bong bat

We smack a blast then we smash a bash