by Michael Galer
All will be forgiven
If we keep on livin’
Oh, 5 thru 9 please get on base
I’m not lyin’
I’ve been cryin’
When you’re up to bat in your place
The hittin’ coach is at fault, the nerve!
He never taught you to hit the curve.
Oh, 5 thru 9 you can ding their ace.
You could really help down the stretch
Maybe it’s Roy’s “Wonderboy” you could fetch
Oh, 5 thru 9 join the chase
Only 10 games remain
All year you have driven me insane
Oh, 5 thru 9 please help us win the race
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