Viva La Ngoria
I used to rule the league
Make a trade even when I was fatigued
Nowadays I am in third alone
Stare at the standings I used to own
I used to churn young guys
Feel the loathing in Andy’s eyes
Listen as my players bats would sing
Now the old ‘Torns are dead, long live the ‘Torns
One minute I had Grein-ke
Next I found I was number 3
Now I resort to bards
Because my team is a house of cards, house of cards
I hear Bombers championship bells ringing
Even Blocker’s a poet singing
Keeping my Longoria in the case
No way I can make this a race
For some reason I can’t explain,
I know the Damon will bear Mark B’s name
It was a wicked and wild wind
But first place I can’t get back in
I could try for that spot on Top
But I think of Evan L and I just stop
Shattered team that scores no runs
Sherrill, Sonny, and a collection of bums
I see my champion season dying
But I swear I am really trying
I can’t believe my team must succumb
Others can’t believe what the ‘Torns have become
I hear Bombers championship bells ringing
Even Blocker’s a poet singing
Keeping my Longoria in the case
No way I can make this a race
For some reason I can’t explain,
I know the Damon will bear Mark B’s name