In a ballpark in St. Louis,
We’ll stand and raise a cheer.
The outfield’s taking fungoes
While we drink warm ballpark beer
We’ll rise and hail our nation:
We’re loyal, one and all
We’ll rock the park’s foundations
When the crew chief yells “Play Ball!”

Going up in the standings (ANYDAY!)
From a sub-500 record, we’ll reclaim our winning ways.
Going up in the standings (ANYDAY!)
We’ll pitch the shutouts, score the runs, stop losing games we should have won. (SO YOU SAY! SO YOU SAY!)

From the outfield speed of Fowler
To Yadi’s rocket arm,
We’ll scare the competition with our quick return to form.
There’s Brewers in Milwaukee,
There’s bums in Dodger Blue,
And when we done those bastards in, we’ll catch the Cubbies, too.

Going up in the standings (COME WHAT MAY!)
From a tendency to blunder
To more smart and plucky play.
Going up in the standings (COME WHAT MAY!)
We’ll pitch the shutouts, score the runs,
Stop losing games we should have won. (MAKE HEADWAY! MAKE HEADWAY!)

From Tommy Pham’s big impact
To Waino’s wicked curve
To a proud and faithful fanbase whose loyalty won’t swerve
We’ll run and pitch, get timely hits, and take the extra base.
We really don’t deserve it, but we’re in a pennant race!

Going up in the standings (RIGHT AWAY!)
From a summer of frustration
To consistent, sharp displays
Going up in the standings (RIGHT AWAY!)
We’ll pitch the shutouts, scores the runs, stop losing games we should have won. (YEAH, OKAY! YEAH. OKAY!)

This season’s done us dirty.
We just can’t find our touch.
Piscotty can’t stay healthy and then Grichuk fans too much.
So, we’ll finish off the leavings
Of flat eight-dollar beers
And trudge out from the ballpark saying, “Wait until next year!”

Climbing up in the standings (AIN’T NO WAY!)
From a lock to miss the playoffs to a cure for our dismay.
Climbing up in the standings (AIN’T NO WAY!)
We’ll pitch the shutouts, scores the runs, stop losing games we should have won. (FADE AWAY! FADE AWAY! FADE AWAY!)