I'm Not Betting Against My CUBS
Lyrics by: Tom Latourette
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I am not betting against my …CUBS
I am not betting against my …CUBS You know they’re just like my City, they’re young, scrappy and gritty And I’m not betting against my CUBS I’m a got a bleacher seat at Wrigley Field Probably shouldn’t hope, but dope, next year is here for real Problem in the past, we’d get close, couldn’t close the deal Feeling fearful, we’re in first Because we are cursed, Is our fate sealed? Began this century, Tinkers, Evers to Chance Trying to reach the dance, unhappy endings, crappy circumstance 1908, Eamus Catuli Each heartbreaking defeat, is truly, a cruelty F - Steve Garvey, and those A-mazing Mets F - the ’98 Braves, and the ball through Durham’s Legs Cause this year is different, it’s a brand new ballgame It’s the 7th Inning Stretch, so let me sing out my name We are the C-U-B-B-I-E-S, In the NL, we are now the best R u impressed? We’re playing like a team possessed Harry, Ronnie and Brickhouse making sure we are blessed No cardiac arrest, they will reduce our stress Theo and Tom Ricketts, they have acquiesced Built the farm club for the future did they manifest So we can beat the Nationals and the teams out West Pass the Test F- The Goat is our one request Don’t be shocked when you hear the cheers in Hazelcrest It’s our Holy Grail, we’re on a noble quest R U obsessed? World Series gonna be expressed And I am not betting against my …Cubs I am not betting against my …Cubs Hey, Yo, They’re just like my City, They’re young, scrappy and gritty And I’m not betting against my …Cubs I am not betting against my …Cubs I am not betting against my …Cubs Hey yo, they’re just like my City, They’re young, scrappy and pretty, And I’m not betting against my …Cubs They’re my Chicago Cubs! |
Jake Arrieta:
My dream year includes a Cy Young and gold Bling I’m pitching my way to a World Series Ring Like Broglio for Brach, Man that trade must sting I’ll be playing when Scott Feldman is out snorkeling With my CUBS Anthony Rizzo: Yo, I’ll give the road trip report Just a bunch of knuckleheads in flip flops and short shorts Minimalist Zany, for our crazy commute PJ onesy a hoot, nickname, back of my track suit, cute CUBS Kris Bryant: I’ll keep wearing these ripped pants My engagement pics at Wrigley, where I’m bringing the romance No small ball or curtain call, I know where my place is Setting the paces, rounding 16 total bases New Mister CUB Joe Maddon: Padawans, embrace the target Do simple better, and the letter you’ll harvest W, the victory flag you will fly The Process is Fearless, says my T-shirt line Try not to SUCK Joe – Check what we got Arietta is naked but he wins a lot Wear it if you look hot Chapman, I like what we’ve bought ---- With saves by Strop and Rondon, their fastballs hit the spot What are the odds, baseball gods put us all in one spot? Poppin’ a squat, Grandpa Ross, in a motorized cart. Russell, Zobrist, Rizzo, Bryant, All-Star, All Cubbie infield Greatness be revealed, Growing up on an Iowa cornfield. Oh, I am a little kerfuffled Since the days of Lou & Dusty, man have we had to scuffle We’ve never had a team like this before One with swagger, soul and muscle We’re like the Bears in the Super Bowl Shuffle! I am not betting against my …Cubs I am not betting against my …Cubs Hey yo, they’re just like my City They’re young, scrappy and gritty And I’m not betting against my …Cubs I am not betting against my …Cubs I am not betting against my …Cubs Hey yo, they’re just like my City They’re young, scrappy and gritty And I’m not betting against my Cubs |
How about a bowl of Cereal
Some Rizzo O’s, Rizzo O’s Hey Mime – We can’t hear ya Holy Cow! The Cubs Fan’s Dying Goal (I said shout it from the rooftops) Is Go Cubs Go – (The obstructed view rooftops) Go Cubs Go – Rise up, City praying on its knees, please rise up Tell the Northside that we’ll finally rise up Tell the South Side that they need to shut up Will this be the Cub team gonna rise up? Go, Go, Gooooo Will I see Lester dream up a squeeze bunt? Go Cubs Go We’ll decree our ice cream is a malt cup! Go Cubs Go Will this be the Cub team gonna rise up? Rise up. We’ve come close before each loss such a bad memory Will the goat curse get me? 5 outs left, Bartman a seat ahead of me Foul ball comin’, intervene or do I let him be? Will it repeat and never set us free See, I’m born and raised bleeding Cubbie blue Where Ernie Banks always saying let’s Play Two Ask anybody ‘bout our past, we’ll cry, perhaps, reach for a Pabst Each fall we hope the playoffs last, then swept by brooms Hey! Hey! Epstein brought a new way, it’s the Cub’s way Where guys like Kyle, Dexter, John and Jason Heyward play Cards oppose us, “Try not to Suck” been banned Joe Maddon: Let’s others blow your horn, sound traveling ‘cross the land And, if we play into October Can our past be passed, a burden we can shoulder Or will the balls we boot become a boulder A Sad placeholder of loss with no do over I know the action at Wrigley is excitin’ And Theo, this teams full of fireworks and lightning They keep battling and fighting We’re set to handle this World Series situation We are a nation of fans, just call us Cubbie nation We’re past patiently waiting, we’re passionately gnashing our teeth with palpitations Every home run they’re smashing out on Waveland I’m laughing in the face of goat curses and fate For the first time, I’m thinking past 1908 And I am not betting against my …Cubs I am not betting against my …Cubs Hey yo, they’re just like by City, They’re young, scrappy and gritty And I’m not betting against my ,,,Cubs We’re gonna rise up Hammels on the bump We’re gonna rise up Baez shoved by an Ump We’re gonna, rise up, rise up We’ve pissed off Donald Trump Rise up, Pete Rose, it’s time to bet the Cubs Rise up, Rise up Bet the Cubs Malt Cup, With a wood spoon is what I love! Rise Up! It's time to bet the Cubs, bet the Cubs And I am not betting against my Not betting against my ... CUBS |