Is this the real game?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in the EFL,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up the stats and see,
We’re just a poor team, we need no sympathy,
Because we’re easy come, easy go,
ERA high, OPS low,
Anywhere the Cheese go doesn’t really matter to me, to me.
Yasiel, I just made a trade,
I just put him on my team,
I thought he would be a dream.
Yasiel, it had just begun,
But now you’ve gone and thrown it all away.
Yasiel, ooh,
Didn’t mean to make you cry,
If you’re not on the Cheese this time next year,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Sonny, the way you’ve pitched,
Sends shivers down my spine,
You get blasted all the time.
Goodbye, Mr. Gray, you’ve got to go,
Gotta leave you off the team and face the truth.
Jorge, ooh (anyway you play it),
I don’t wanna see it,
I sometimes wish I’d never drafted you at all.
I see a little rookie pitcher of a man,
Eflin, Wisler, will you do the Severino?
Mengden, Manaea
Never found a way for me.
(Cooney) Bradley.
(Heston) Smyly,
Michael Fulmer!
Magnifico.
We’re just a poor team, nobody loves us.
We’re just the Cheese from Cottage Street in Salem,
Spare us, our team, from this monstrosity.
Twelve views already? My posts struggle to get eight, even counting all the times I check to see how many views I’m getting.
Yeah, but no real comments, even counting this one which I am posting simply to pad the total.
You left off about 1/4 of the song. I want to know what you would have done with the line “Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me. ”
And you could have used this line intact:
“So you think you can love me and leave me to die.”
Do I hafta finish the lament for you?
Uh-oh. You’re right! I used one of those lyrics sites – apparently it was defective. I’ll work on a more complete version.