I don’t understand how you don’t understand why you are a hated man
You coulda gone to 28 other teams and remained in good standing
But there’s a name for you and for people who do what you do
There’s a name for you, Johnny Damon

You’re a traitor, a betrayer, a two-faced promise breaker
You’re a Judas, and you’ll never undo this
I still can’t believe
That you just can’t see
That you’ll forever be
Just a greedy baseball player

You said there was no way you would go and play for our rivals in New York
You said that top dollar is not what you need, you said you weren’t that kind of jerk
But that’s precisely what you did, took a slightly higher bid
I hope that extra year was worth it, Johnny Damon

We loved you as a cave man, your Jesus hair and your awesome beard
We loved you as a dirt dog and as the lead off man every other team feared
But you sold out for a haircut and you did it on TV
A big fat middle finger to the fans of your former team

The first time as a Yankee at Fenway you were wondering how we’d react
Would we give you a standing ovation, would we warmly welcome you back?
Yeah right, we booed the shit out of you, of course that’s what we had to do
You spat on us, so we’ll spit right back on you

We used to ask what would Johnny damon do?
But I’d never let my kids follow in your shoes