Naughty names fly through my lips
After Yankees' sad collapse
Trounced with ease, those choking toads
Better leave town with full flaps

"We'll plunge from ledges soon", said Mike
"Scraped up with a plow"
Ah, you laughed at us three games ago
You're bitter 'bout it now

Rage wracked Yankee fans drooled forth
"Refund my cash" they screamed
We des-pise those heartless geeks
The Yanks of old we dream

Titanic feats of former years
Frustration's deep right now
Well we cry right in our Heinekens
We're bitter as that now

A-Rod's face forms the cowards' path
That phony's so lou-sy
It's not surprising that I'm sick
That A-Hole's history

Flung down by catcher Varitek
He makes me puke somehow
Ah, but A-Rod's such a chickensh*t
We're bitter 'bout that now

"We stunk" complained Steinbrenner's tongue
Imperious old fool
Spouting out that Kevin Brown
Was just a load of crap who drooled

"A load of crap?"..."The bloke's a turd
His fist a broken plow"
Ah, but George was so much calmer then
He's bitter than that now

In a mindless trance he aimed his pitch
At the mongrel Red Sox bats
Fearing line drives soon becoming enemas
'Cause his fastball's now ersatz

His fastball, just a delusion, floats
Scrutiny and earned runs vow
Ah, but he threw so much harder then
It's slower than that now

He was charred, hit hard, a fraud in fact
Cherynoble'd we expect
Relieved, we were still hoping
Until Damon did connect

Bad and worse, I'd define those jerks
The ledge draws near, right now
Ah, the street looked so much harder then
I hope it's softer now