Now we’re good fans,
Turn out every year.
Pay forty bucks,
For a rat dog and beer.
And they’re a bad team,
’Cause they don’t really care,
They’re a bad team,
That don’t even much try.
Now it’s a long day,
Bakin’ in the bleachers.
It’s a long day,
Watchin’ Gleyber flop and flail.
It’s a long day,
Watchin’ ’em shut down.
And we want to cheer,
But we just sit and sigh.
’Cause they’re free,
Free-fallin’
(Chorus of Red Sox, Orioles, and Mets fans:
‘Free-fallin’
The Yanks are free-fallin’
Free-fallin’
Yes, they’re free-fallin’!’)
All the vampires,
Movin’ up from Tampa.
There’s Hal and there’s Lonn,
Then there’s Randy and Bri.
All the vampires,
Tryna get what can.
First your money,
But your soul will do, too.
’Cause they’re free,
Free-fallin’
(Chorus of Red Sox, Orioles, and Mets fans:
‘Free-fallin’
The Yanks are free-fallin’
Free-fallin’
Yes, they’re free-fallin’!’)
I wanna glide down
Over the Concourse,
I wanna write their
Names in the sky.
All the great ones
Who made this team special,
But they’re gone now,
And they won’t ever be back.
’Cause they’re free,
Free-fallin’
(Chorus of Red Sox, Orioles, and Mets fans:
‘Free-fallin’
The Yanks are free-fallin’
Free-fallin’
Yes, they’re free-fallin’!’)
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5 comments:
There’s something. . . . very sad about this post.
If only Brian wasn’t Brian.
Hal was not Hal.
Boone - a momentary Mirage.
Why can’t we have the team we want.
The team that we deserve.
A team that WE could control.
Why?
WHY?!
If it wasn’t for this site, I’d feel like a refugee.
We can't lose tonight. Like, literally, we can't lose tonight.
They *can* lose ground in the standings.
PS fuck Ca$hole and HAL.
Horace... You've become much too petty today. (Chuckle, snort, and giggle).
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