You other fans can't deny,
When he takes the mound, and he's throwing down, a fastball down the pipe,
Gonna go all game,
Cuz those pitches packing flames
Deep in the game he’s playing
I'm hooked and I can’t stop saying
Oh, CC I wanna just win one,
I don’t care you weigh a ton.
My fantasy league tried to tell me,
That gut you got will get you shelled, C.
Ooh love that slider,
You say you wanna get in the Bronx,
Well, strike 3, strike 3, cuz you aint that average fatty.
I've seen your changeup,
To hell with your flub.
Ks, ERA, who cares how much you weigh?
I'm tired of magazines,
Saying thin arms are the things,
Take the average Yank fan and ask him that,
Starter’s gotta pack much fat.
So Bombers, (yeah!) Bombers (yeah!)
Has your pitcher got the pounds (nom nom!)
Well throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that porker heat,
CC. GOT. GUT.