Correa, Correa (to the melody of “Corinna, Corinna”)
Correa, Correa,
Can you stay here long?
Correa, Correa,
Can you stay here long?
We been worried about it, Carlos,
Houston’s gotta be home.
We got a day time bustle,
Got a night time swing,
Got a club called “Astros”,
MMP and everything,
But if we can’t keep Carlos,
Say goodbye to spring.
Correa, Correa,
Cat, we’re of one mind.
Correa, Correa,
Cat, we’re of one mind.
Just stay with us, Carlos, baby,
And everything will be fine.
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Jose, Can you see? (to the tune of “The Star Spangled Banner”)
Jose, can you see, our big opportunity?
Your fond dreaming, we hail, at the twilight’s last gleaming.
Your broad stripes as a star, thru the perilous fight,
O’er the Crawfords, we watch, as your home runs go streaming.
Fireworks lend a red glare, as your bombs burst in air,
Our proof, through the night, that our pennant’s won fair.
Jose, will that newfangled Series banner yet reign,
O’er the land of you and me, and the home – of Jim – Crane!
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White Isthmus (to the tune of “White Christmas”)
We’re dreaming – of a White Isthmus,
That joins our hopes – along the way,
Where our stars all glisten – and GMs listen,
To needs – we will know by May.
We’re dreaming – of a White Isthmus
With every ticket that we buy,
May our games be – merry – and bright,
May our new – first baseman – be – Ty White.
We’re dreaming – of a White Isthmus,
Just like the one – we used to know,
Where the home runs tag well – like Mr. Bagwell,
To slay – foe – pitchers – in a row.
We’re dreaming – of a White Isthmus,
With every cute tweet that we write,
May our dreams – and triumphs – hang tight,
Then we’ll know – our Isthmus – is – Ty White.
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