My Name Is Steve Voorhees and I Am a Cubs Fan

To be a Cubs fan is to be the audience of a Greek Tragedy Sweet is the pain as we pay admission To bow down in October submission Leaving bitter taste through the winter Clinging to the lofty dreams of a winner Commiserate and complain in the offseason Some even threaten Southside treason But like clockwork we rally as April draws near Swearing as always "This is our year"!!! Brandishing hoodies, jerseys, and lids rushing to Wrigley, dragging the kids Opening Day...the first pitch "Z" throws goes for a strike as the OldStyle flows "This year we will go all the way"!!! Is the drunken refrain the bleacher bums say In late May the Ivy fills in quite nicely Yes, I know six bucks for OldStyle is pricey But when in Rome, drink cheap beer with foam Or sip a Bass while tuning in Ron Santo at home You don't need to drink beer to watch them play But on some occasions it buffers the pain No matter the result... Ill hold my head high It makes my day to see the "W" flag fly As this season will mark year one hundred and one Since our last World title was won Lets forget about goat curses and Bartman blame get out on the field and play the damn game I will never give up, I will never give in I won't lose hope on a World Series win GO CUBBIES!!!!!!