Hey hey uh oh ohh ohh ohh nooo
Oh no gone gone gone gone nooo
Not twenty two runs at home, George
The Yanks are looking mighty sad
Now it's just inning two, fourteen runs had just scored
New York fans are mighty mad
But I paid a fortune for some choice seats
I'll watch this torture all the while
And right after seventeen Indians have batted
The score makes the fans revile

But I've got to keep on watchin'
I just can't watch more, Oh no no
I, I, I, I'm so fired
And I have lost all my pride

I've got seven innings still now
And I just swear out Chien-Ming is to be blamed
As though his slider hung open like the front door
I can feel the players pain
Pulling the pitcher is not a maybe
And now we're up in arms
Another inning slips
I have flipped out, because what they charged for this game is a crime

I have to keep on watchin'
This game just drags on, on, on, on
I, I, I, I, I'm so fired
And The Babe has lost some pride
Watch on, let me yell at ya
I, I, I, I, Im, not inspired
Make this run deluge subside

Come on Yanks don't fail us now
We've got more innings to go
They scored more, one, one, four, one, one
They scored eight more runs this blows
Yanks over the hill and buried again
Home has no luck inspired, cover your head and hide
I just wish this whole fiasco would end

Don't want to keep on watchin'..........