Five-Nothing Lead

The moon is hanging low

The leaves are on the ground

This winter will be long and cold

I do believe the birds have even stopped singing

The Giants lost the World Series

I do admit I worry

‘bout the great Barry Bonds

How will he feel with no ring

on his finger?

He's basically Mays and Ruth rolled into one

But how will he feel with no ring?

Mays got his early

Aaron got one too

Banks never did

But you expect that with the Cubs.

And of course everybody whoever played for the Yanks

Has rings on their fingers and toes.

A five-nothing lead with nine outs to go

Get six more outs somehow

And then Nen for the save

I'll carry the thought of a five-nothing lead

With nine outs to go, to my grave.

I was in England,

Far far away,

I stayed up til five

Suffering alone

And when it was over,

I even thought maybe

The result might be different in America.

Dusty, oh Dusty,

Why'd you pull Ortiz?

Why'd you pull Rodriguez?

Why'd you pull Worrell?

I rubbed my eyes and tried to understand

How Nen was on the mound with no outs in the eighth.

A five-nothing lead...

And now it seems the team is falling apart,

Dusty is gone to the Cubs (good luck Dusty!)

Kent's gone, Ortiz is gone,

Bell's gone, Sanders too,

I guess they were just Giants for a while

The moon is hanging low, the leaves are on the ground,

This winter will be long and cold.

I do believe the birds have even stopped singing.

The Giants lost the World Series

A five-nothing lead with nine outs to go

Get six more outs somehow

And then Nen for the save

I'll carry the thought of a five-nothing lead

With nine outs to go, to my grave