American Pie, Dusty style
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A long long time ago
I can still remember how the cubbies used to play real hard
And I knew if they'd get a chance
Ernie, Billy, and Ryno could make us dance
And maybe we'd be happy for a while
But Baker's Boys made me shiver
With every error they'd deliver
Bad news when he goes to Wuertz
How come his pitchers cant cover first
I can't remember if they tried
When I saw them lay down side by side
But something touched me deep inside
The day the cubs didn't try
So,
Bye-bye, Mister Dusty Baker
Drove my Chevy to the ballpark
But the ballpark was dry
Them good old cubs were eating hotdogs on rye
Singin' this'll be the day we might try
This'll be the day we might try
Did you see them bunt that ball
no I didnt, thats dustys call
maybe one day we'll play small ball
Do you believe in hit and run
or should we wait for a home run
And can you teach me how to have some fun
Well, I know that you're one stubborn clown
as we watch the cubbies go down down down
You both downed some more booze
Man, when will you get a clue
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink toothpick and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the cubs didnt try
I started singin'
Bye-bye, Mister Dusty Baker
Drove my Chevy to the ballpark
But the ballpark was dry
Them good old cubs were eating hotdogs on rye
Singin' this'll be the day we might try
This'll be the day we might try
Now, for two years we've had a hi payroll
And the cubs got fat on jelly rolls
But that's not how it used to be
When the manager said you better listen to me
In a coat he borrowed from Billy
And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while Dusty was looking down
The Cardinals n astros stole his crown
The ballpark was adjourned
The verdict was returned
And while the brewers passed them by
Baker said we'll try try try
And he went out for a smoke
Cuz he knew that was joke
We were singing
Bye-bye, Mister Dusty Baker
Drove my Chevy to the ballpark
But the ballpark was dry
Them good old cubs were eating hotdogs on rye
Singin' this'll be the day we might try
This'll be the day we might try
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Cubs just sat back and tried to belt her
In 4th place and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried to score some runs
But its hard with big fat buns
Now the game time air was sweet perfume
While the Fans sang that good ole tune
We all got up to sing
Oh, but we never got the ring
'Cause the players tried to take the field
But the Bakers boys fate was long ago sealed
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the cubs didnt try
We started singing
Bye-bye, Mister Dusty Baker
Drove my Chevy to the ballpark
But the ballpark was dry
Them good old cubs were eating hotdogs on rye
Singin' this'll be the day we might try
This'll be the day we might try
Oh, and there we were in last place
A whole season Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Dusty be nimble, Dusty be quick
You used to play at candlestick
'Cause Homeruns are the Devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
His line up was all shot to ####
He could not break the cubs cold spell
And as the die hards got on his back
They would not give him any slack
I saw Sosa laughing with delight
The day the cubbies lacked the fight
He was singing
Bye-bye, Mister Dusty Baker
Drove my Chevy to the ballpark
But the ballpark was dry
Them good old cubs were eating hotdogs on rye
Singin' this'll be the day we might try
This'll be the day we might try
I saw a coach who didnt have fun
And I asked why his team didn't hit and run
But he just smiled and turned away
I went down to Murhpys bar
Too see the Cubs win the wild card
But the man there said the cubbies wouldn't play
And in the stands the fans just Boo'd
The faithfull cried, and they played like pooh
Baker did't offer a token
Cuz he knew team spirit was all broken
And the three things I admire most
No im not talkin bout the Billy Goat
Baker caught the last train for the coast
The day the cubs didn't try
And they were singing
Bye-bye, Mister Dusty Baker
Drove my Chevy to the ballpark
But the ballpark was dry
Them good old cubs were eating hotdogs on rye
Singin' this'll be the day we might try
This'll be the day we might try
Bye-bye, Mister Dusty Baker
Drove my Chevy to the ballpark
But the ballpark was dry
Them good old cubs were eating hotdogs on rye
Singin' this'll be the day we might try
This'll be the day we might try