Look for the ace velocity,
A pitcher with ferocity
To neutralize the Yankees’ starting nines.
And from this ace velocity
The home team hit with paucity
All thanks to this velocity of Ryan’s.
Though fans have been sobbing with ownership turds,
Today, they aren’t robbing ecstatic words.
Our starter buzzin’ bat on bat
To leave a dozen falling flat,
And timely hitting from Kody’s stick
When scoring quickens, the lead’ll click;
Despite those Pohlad sins,
The ace velocity of Ryan’s will lead the Twins!
Look for the ace velocity,
A pitcher with ferocity
To put aside such tenebrific signs.
And from this ace velocity,
A thrilling curiosity,
We win with this velocity of Ryan’s.
Now, when you pitch a small ball
Like a glitch in the air,
A goof which they all fall
And unkindly stare,
Just twitch the stitch, and there goes the ball;
When you pitch it there, then opponents sprawl,
So you just need to pitch the ball
Clean through glitchy air as the Yanks all fall.
As the autumntime begins,
The ace velocity of Ryan’s will lead the Twins,
And bring us wins!
So just try and relax, yeah, comment
Like Nagurski, throwing hard.
And let me tell you something: when he pitches,
The Yanks hack like they weedwhack,
Uh-uh… they try to go yard
And just spend their time spinning around
Attempting to hit but end up downed.
So we’ll head own with a boost in standing
And travel on to Michigan landing;
As one propeller spins,
The ace velocity of Ryan’s will lead the Twins!
Look for the ace velocity,
A pitcher with ferocity
To hurl among those verdant Target pines.
And from this ace velocity,
A sign of his precocity,
We’ll win with this velocity of Ryan’s;
He’ll spin it, this velocity of Ryan’s!