De Nada Estrada

Verse 1

They picked him up on waivers,

Said “good luck, see you around,”

Now he’s standing on the mound

While hitters pound the ground.

Fastball flying past ’em,

Splitter dropping out of sight,

Every batter walking back

Like they lost another fight.

Palm Desert kid with something left to prove,

Now Petco’s shaking every time he makes a move.

Pre-Chorus

One, two, three strikes,

Watch another dreamer fall,

The bullpen gate swings open,

And the crowd starts to call.

Chorus

De nada, Jeremiah Estrada!

Thanks for making hitters look so bad-a!

Thirteen straight strikeouts,

Baseball history written down,

Now the whole damn city wants your jersey in this town.

De nada, Jeremiah Estrada!

That splitter oughta come with a warning label, partner!

When the game’s on the line,

And the Padres need a stop,

Everybody knows you’re bringing nasty stuff. (MLB.com⁠)

Verse 2

Aaron Judge couldn’t touch it,

Neither could the next guy,

Swinging through the same pitch,

Just watching baseball fly.

Fifty-three straight pitches,

No balls put into play,

Just a trail of broken bats

And hitters walking away. (Wikipedia⁠)

Pre-Chorus

The Cubs let him go,

The Padres said “we’ll see,”

Now he’s striking out the league

Like it’s destiny. (Crush That Sports⁠)

Chorus

De nada, Jeremiah Estrada!

Thanks for making hitters look so bad-a!

Thirteen straight strikeouts,

Baseball history written down,

Now the whole damn city wants your jersey in this town.

Bridge

From waivers to the record books,

That’s one hell of a ride,

A bullpen arm becomes a legend

With the faithful on his side.

And when that splitter disappears,

The whole crowd starts to grin,

‘Cause everybody knows

The inning’s about to end.

Final Chorus

De nada, Jeremiah Estrada!

Strikeout king of San Diego drama!

A hundred-plus punchouts,

Leading all the relievers,

Making grown-up major leaguers look like true believers.

De nada, Jeremiah Estrada!

Keep the good vibes rolling farther!

Raise the Jolly Roger high,

Hear the Friar faithful roar,

‘Cause when number fifty-six comes in,

We’re asking hitters for one more.