"She'll be comin' round the mountain when she comes!"
(The following lyrics work to the tune of “Comin’ Round the Mountain:”) *
Chorus One:
If we played the Pittsburgh Pirates every day!
If we played the Pittsburgh Pirates every day!
We could glide right to a pennant!
With the Astros sure to win it!
If we played the Pittsburgh Pirates every day!
Chorus Two:
If old Lance could hit ’em twice a bit more often!
If old Lance could hit ’em twice a bit more often!
We could let our hard hearts soften,
‘Stead of shopping for a coffin!
If old Lance could hit ’em twice a bit more often!
Chorus Three:
If sweet Roy could throw those goose eggs every time!
If sweet Roy could throw those goose eggs every time!
He’d be through with Astro-costin’,
‘Cause he’d soon be up at Boston!
If sweet Roy could throw those goose eggs every time!
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*Indulge me, folks. This sort of word-rambling is my favorite remaining avenue of celebratory expression.
July 9, 2010 at 4:09 am |
That’s fantastic, Bill….another “home run” hit from the Pecan Park scribe!!!
July 9, 2010 at 5:30 am |
Thanks, Marsha!
Chorus Four:
“I’ll be writing stuff that strikes me ’til I die!
I’ll be writing stuff that strikes me ’til I die!
I’ll be writing stuff that strikes me,
‘Til the Man comes down and hikes me!
I’ll be writing stuff that strikes me ’til I die!
July 9, 2010 at 12:49 pm |
And I thought I was CRAZY. I do the same type things. Great
lyrics, Bill.
July 9, 2010 at 7:12 pm |
Bring on the Cleveland Cavaliers!