by Baloney Bill
After years and years, no more crying in our beers, Cub fans! World Series Champions!
Whistle For the Beer Man!
(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 blowing,
The Bleacher Bums are antsy for
The bullpen to start throwing.
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.
Note: I have been a Cubs fan for more than fifty years,
and this was written back when the Cubs had many a shaky year.