I was born in Indiana, raised in the deep south
That's how I came to love the Braves
We'd already won a title, back in ol' ninety-five
The Cubs hadn't won since nineteen and oh-eight
Oh, but this year the Cubs pulled it out
And my team's future lingers in doubt
They say Cubs, they don't have no haters...
Oh but damn, I sure hate the Cubs

Sure they've got good pitchers, Sosa hits em' deep
Their manager seems like a real good guy
But there's a number of people who like them because
They're convinced by all the media's fire
Oh, there just isn't a thing that I like 'bout them
I'd even rather have the Yankees win
They say Cubs, they don't have no haters...
Oh but damn, I sure hate the Cubs

Oh, if the Cubs, they ain't got no haters
Well, then what am I hating for?
I'm not keen on players
Who stuff their bat full of cork

I see em' on my TV and I want to throw up
Lord, it's one big conspiracy I swear
How in God's name they get so lucky, with bats in their hand
When even Bako goes on a hitting tear
Why can't the Marlins just close the door?
So I don't have to watch the Cubs no more
They say Cubs, they don't have no haters...
Oh but damn, I sure hate the Cubs

I was born in Indiana, raised in the deep south...
That's how I came to love the Braves...