Are you gonna bring it home tonight?
Are you gonna try, but say, “not quite”?
Are you gonna swing and make an out,
Flat-batting Twins with owners mocking of this town.
(…yay.)
On the road or home locale,
It’s been bad for our morale
Observing quad-A guys whose roles have all increased.
And the quotes from Joe and Fa’vey
Draped in posh with nature chavvy;
Hey big dummy: we know the fanbase has been fleeced.
(…go ‘way.)
Far too many in our nine
Bat below Mendoza’s Line;
Oft befuddled in a doozy with the wood.
Yes, it’s baseball, and I smile,
But it’s been grating for awhile;
Why keep watching? Joe won’t try to make it good.
(…come on.)
Are you gonna bring it home tonight?
Are you gonna try, but say, “not quite”?
Go out and give it all you’ve got,
Flat-batting Twins with owners mocking of this town,
Flat-batting Twins with owners mocking of this town.
(Hey, listen here.)
Now at the Angels’ Cali home
In an everlasting gloam,
Lacking owners who might breathe humanity,
I tell you:
Since it feels our hope is stolen,
This prep that wrecks my colon
Feels much better than ‘25 has trend’t to be.
Are (oh no) you gonna bring it home tonight? (please?)
Are you gonna try, but say, “not quite”?
Are you gonna swing and make an out,
Flat-batting Twins with owners mocking of this town,
Flat-batting Twins with owners mocking of this town.