Let’s Bash

Lyrics

[Intro: 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 [Chorus: 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 ass Let's bash (Let's bash) Let's bash (Let's bash) Let's bash (Let's bash) Let's bash on they ass [Verse 1: 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 [Chorus: 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 fuckin' VIP suite glass Break your fuckin' arm in half and then sign the cast [Interlude: Andy Samberg, Jorma Taccone] Get well soon Love, José Sorry about your arm, Walt Weiss It happens [Verse 2: Andy Samberg, Akiva Schaffer] When we in Kansas city, we walk out in the parking lot Then yell, "Fuck 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 bootyhole rash No pain, no gain, motherfucker [Chorus: 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 ass [Refrain: Akiva Schaffer] 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 [Verse 3: 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 fucking 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 Man, tell it to the ranger You feel brave, little cub-cub? Try to sock me But when I'm seeing red, shit 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 [Chorus: Andy Samberg, Akiva Schaffer, Both] Let's bash (Let's bash), let's monster bash Round-tripper make the pitcher feel like donkey ass Hit a ding-dong-doodle with my bing-bong-bat We smack a blast then we smash a bash