A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
Being up 3-1 for the AL crown
And I knew if we pitched a bit
We'd turn the Red Sox into shit
And then we'd take the Rockies down
But C.C and Fausto made me quiver
With every bad pitch they'd deliver.
Bad news from the bullpen
Betancourt's poise was stolen
I can’t remember if I cried
When I saw what happened to my Tribe
But something touched me deep inside
The day the season died
So bye bye any hopes for these guys
Hit some homers caught some fly balls
Then looked up to the sky
Hanging sliders spinning quickly as they all flew by
Thinkin’, "That motherfucker Carmona'll fry
"That motherfucker Carmona'll fry"
Did you see them warm-up toss
While they slayed the boys of the Boss
And closed it out with lots of ease?
Do you believe in Paul and Jake
Will the team still continue to rake,
So we can stop being the Mistake (on the Lake)?
Well, I think that he can't pitch no more
'Cause I saw a million BoSox score
You left him in the game
This Cleveland team he did defame.
We were a young and fiesty team with pluck
Hurting balls all day when our bats they struck,
But I knew that we were fucked
The day the pitcher sighed.
I started singin’,
So bye bye any hopes for these guys
Hit some homers caught some fly balls
Then looked up to the sky
Hanging sliders spinning quickly as they all flew by
Thinkin’, "That motherfucker Carmona'll fry
"That motherfucker Carmona'll fry"
Now this whole year, I been sittin alone
Thinking how will I ever atone
For taking such a bad defeat.
When I thought about the clear and cream,
In my eager eye there was a gleam
But I knew that it was just a dream,
Oh, and while the runs were raining down,
Big Papi was talk of the town.
The series was a waste;
To Cleveland we made haste.
And while Wedge planned our offseason meet,
The team was booed all through the street,
So Hafner showed some ladies the meat
The day the season died.
And they were singing,
So bye bye any hopes for these guys
Hit some homers caught some fly balls
Then looked up to the sky
Hanging sliders spinning quickly as they all flew by
Thinkin’, "That motherfucker Carmona'll fry
"That motherfucker Carmona'll fry"
So bye bye any hopes for these guys
Hit some homers caught some fly balls
Then looked up to the sky
Hanging sliders spinning quickly as they all flew by
Thinkin’, "That motherfucker Carmona'll fry
"That motherfucker Carmona'll fry"
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