Lest we forget

  

Weep the Mets, weep the Mets,
On your belly and creep, you Mets!
Shield the kiddies and spare the wife,
A shame that’ll last to the end of life.
Yesterday the Mets were sockin’ the ball,
Now they’re tumbling, bumbling, an epic fall.
East side, West side, everybody’s getting down
On the M-E-T-S Mets,
Of New York town,
Of New York town.
 

   

Oh, the butcher and the baker and the people on the streets,
Are blue with rage, singing, To HELL WITH THE METS!
Oh, they’re hollerin’ and moanin’ and cryin’ in their seats,
A bitter chorus of betrayal: To HELL WITH THE METS!
All their hopes and dreams laid low,
Nobody thought they’d ever blow,
A seven-game lead with 17 to go,
Greatest chokers you’ll ever know,
The Mets of New York town!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Give ’em a yell! Give ’em the finger!
And let ’em know the stain will always linger!
At least until next summer!
Come on and …

Weep the Mets, weep the Mets!
On your belly and creep, you Mets!
Boys and girls, always remember,
The season’s not over till September.
Today the Mets are sockin’ the ball,
But never forget ’07’s cruel fall!
East side, West side, everybody was ashamed
Of the M-E-T-S Mets,
Of New York town,
Of New York town.

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