What do you do when your closer takes over?
Do you crawl to your corner and cry?
Did you imagine the fans would not notice?
Just another game lost when you die.

Every fan is watching you, every tongue is screaming, "Fool!"

How are you dreams? Do they fall to the Braves?
Making Wrigley a place you despise?
Where is the Man, who was once your strength?
All the old-time St. Louis big guys?

Every fan is watching you, in the stands at Busch.
Every tongue is screaming, "Fool!" The Astros kick your tush.

When you lose, Cardinal sin, you make your lineup, on that you rely.
And your future's looking grim, Big Mac, you can't count on him.
Albert the child? His swing is wild.
When you lose, Cardinal sin, don't expect the fans to treat you well.
We say, "Oh, boy, you smell!"

We point the finger, lose, Cardinal sin
laugh in your face, lose, Cardinal sin
We point the finger, laugh in your face
'cause you ain't gonna get back into the Pennant race.

Oh, lose, Cardinal sin!
Oh, lose, Cardinal sin!