Here's to Us, Cubs Fans

Whistle for the beer man,
Better make it two,
The Cubbies have a four-run lead,
But that’ll never do.

Seventh inning coming up,
The wind is outward blowin’,
The bleacher bums are antsy for
The bullpen to start throwin’.

Two scratch hits, a base on balls,
Now their big guy’s at the plate;
Our boys in blue are full of heart,
But their luck ain’t been too great.

He hit it onto Waveland,
A bases clearing blast,
Amazing how a comfy lead
Can disappear so fast.

Beer sales boom at Wrigley,
Which is one of the lucky breaks
Of a team that plays nine innings
With the ninth inning shakes.