Nobody Knows Who Your Players Are
Halfway through summer
You delivered a bummer
Sold off all your big stars
Nobody knows
who your new players are
Last night's game?
You lost Ten-to-Nothing
Today you scored more
Something like 17 to 4
Poor fans have nothing to cheer
We just cry in our beer
But, I'll come watch anyway
'Course, my ticket YOU'LL pay
~ I wasn't born yesterday!
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For more information on my birthday,
Multiply 24 beers by 3, then ask a gypsy!
~ I ain't no dummy!
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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