Why did you cover sections? Oh, the seats you can't sell.
Once they gave ovations, and now they give you hell.
You won in ninety-seven, we know that it's a fact.
But at the rate you're going, your team they might contract.
And as you play in your ballpark wishing guys would play for free
you are stuck in your high humidity.

You beat the Cleveland Indians, just like you beat the Braves.
But then ol' Wayne demolished, and tossed you in your graves.
You couldn't count on beating the Phillies or the Mets.
You went from first to worst back then, as bad as baseball gets.
And as you play in your ballpark wishing guys would play for free
you are stuck in your high humidity.

Along came ol' John Henry, but this one don't drive steel.
He couldn't sign free agents, he couldn't make a deal.
He was sick and tired of sweating and teams cleaning your clocks.
So he cashed in all his chips and went to Boston, bought the Sox.
And as you play in your ballpark wishing guys would play for free
you are stuck in your high humidity.

The bums who ran the Expos, almost right out of town
the father and the stepson, the ringmaster and clown
they say they'll save the Marlins, a Pennant race they'll mount
but they said that in Canada, and they're down for the count.
And as you play in your ballpark wishing guys would play for free
you are stuck in your high humidity.

What you talkin' 'bout now, Willis? They've learned to hit your curve.
This team has lots of talent, but not a lot of nerve.
Remember you were broke up? And crying in your beer?
Get used to going down. Humidity reigns here.

Pitchers wild.
Pitchers wild.
Pitchers wild.
Pitchers wild!
Pitchers wild!