Oh Tony Larussa, Just what have you done, It’s enough with the sunglasses, We thought we had won, Oh Albert Pujols, You big sack of ****, If you were dying of thirst, I would not even spit, Oh David Eckstein, Why are you here, A ****ing weak grounder, I puked in my beer, Oh Jimmy Edmonds, Centerfielder du jour, I knew he would walk you, Your wife is a w****, Oh Reggie Sanders, I knew that we should, Have walked ****in Pujols, You were sure that we would, Oh Mr. Garner, You over-manage to much, You CANNOT pitch to Pujols, You know the guy’s clutch, Oh Bradley Lidge, What can I say, You threw an 0 and 1 meatball, It’s still flying today, So here’s to the Stros, With two more to go, I’ve given my heart, Please don’t rip out my soul.
