The season has started and we don't have a clue
What in the world is our team going to do?
We don't have a closer -- must be a bad dream
Or could that be part of some grand master scheme?
The bullpen's unproven -- who's good and who's not
We'll just have to wait and see what they've got.
Our left-fielder's name no-one can say
But that matters not if he knows how to play.
Second base is a toss-up, who's gonna do it
Well dammit, whoever it is just don't screw it!
Our best hitters are fat and that's not s'posed to work
But we'll watch those homers and know that's no quirk.
The manager's old and might be senile too
When they call out the lineup, he might say, "Uh -- who???"
The owner's old too and he thinks it's a pity
That he can't seem to bring back the rings for his city.
Everyone says we look good on paper
Which is good if it doesn't all end up like vapor.
The starters are good -- not even one clown
If only they don't -- please don't let us down!
Well it's out of our hands as it is every year
All we can do is hope pray and cheer.
