It's seven o'clock on gameday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's a guy selling Italian Ice
Beer, pretzels, but he's drunk on gin
And later we all have a bad memory
Of a nerdy young headphoned punk
Messing up the game by getting in the way
We threw stuff at him, yeah he stunk

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So blow up the baseball cursed by Bartman
Blow up the baseball tonight
Well we're all in the mood for revenge
And we've got Cubs spirit all right

Now Steve at the game ain't no friend of mine, does
Anything to get baseballs for free
And he's quick to catch the ball before Alou can
Now anywhere else is where he'd rather be
He says, I really like the Marlins
As the smile ran away from his face
Now he's in hiding, and we captured the ball
Now we'll blow it up in this place

So blow up the baseball cursed by Bartman
Blow up the baseball tonight
Well we're all in the mood for revenge
And we've got Cubs spirit all right

Now the Cubs curse has lingered on
The curse of the Billy goat, now here
But we hope that we've ended it by doing this
As we blow up that baseball, we cheer
Yeah, revenge is finally ours
For the Cubs' losses this time
Maybe next year they'll win the World Series
And make fans catching baseballs a crime

So blow up the baseball cursed by Bartman
Blow up the baseball tonight
Well we're all in the mood for revenge
And we've got Cubs spirit all right

Now we know one thing is for sure
Bartman won't be around here again
We just hope that no one will do what he did
Messing up the Cubs' chances at the end.
Yeah the explosion sounds like a carnival
We blow up the baseball while drinking beer
It's all over now, we go into the new season
And we'll go to the games and we'll cheer

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So blow up the baseball cursed by Bartman
Blow up the baseball tonight
Well we're all in the mood for revenge
And we've got Cubs spirit all right