Frenchy just hit the wall
He never saw the ball
0 for 4 today
Tomorrow he'll still play
His dreams went out the door
When he turned twenty four
Only been a "clubhouse man"
What happened to the plan?
He was gonna be an All-Star
He was gonna be a stud
He was gonna rob home runs
On the hood of Dayton Moore's car
His long horrendous swing is now the enemy
Looks at his OPS
And nothing, has been, alright since
Dick Howser, George Brett
Way before Ken Harvey
There was Frank White and Wilson
And players that I'd pay to see
His teammates, in the minors
They tell him that he's dog $%#*
Cause we're still preocccupied
With 19, 19, 1985
(1985)
Woohoohoo
We've seen all the strikeouts
Ned Yost says were fine
Escobar, Lorenzo Cain
Even Billy Butler
He popped out again
To first base he barely ran
Thought we won a trade
When we picked up Jeff Suppan
Our best reliever's name is Bruce Chen
And who's that tiny guy that we bring in from the pen
When did reality hurt so much
Whatever happened to base hits, home runs
(on the radio was)
Dick Howser, George Brett
Way before Mike Jacobs
There was Frank White and Wilson
And players that I'd pay to see
Our veterans in the dugout
They tell 'em that we won't win
Cause we're still preocccupied
With 1985
Woohoohoo
12 game losing streaks, make it stop
When did we start letting fly balls drop?
And when did futility become tradition?
Please make this stop
Stop!
And bring back
Dick Howser, George Brett
Way before Berroa
There was Frank White and Wilson
And players that I'd pay to see
Our veterans in the dugout
They tell 'em that we won't win
Cause we're still preocccupied
With 1985
Wohoohoo
Dick Howser, George Brett
Way before Jon Sanchez
There was Frank White and Wilson
And players that I'd pay to see
(woohoohoo)
Our fanbase is dying
They're all now into soccer
Cause we haven't made the playoffs
Since 19, 19, 1985
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