For Mill Wood It Won't Be Loverly

All he wanted was a MLB job somewhere,
Far away from  Scranton's night air.
It Is High Thinks It Isn't Fair
For Mill Wood it won't be loverly
Lots of innings for him to eat?
Instead he'll have to pound the beat.
Warm face, warm 'ands, worn cleats
For Mill Wood it won't be loverly
Not so loverly sittin' abso-woodenly still.
Looks like he'll never budge all spring
Waiting while his stomach overfills
Someone's arm restin' on his knee,
Warm an' tender as 'e can be. He could have taken good care of me,
For Mill Wood it won't be loverly
Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly