Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When the baseball season comes around?
When the snow goes away
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy-covered burial ground?
Oh, when I was a boy
The Cubs were my joy
But not they only bring fatigue
In the land of the free
The home of the brave
And the doormat of the National League.
“The Dying Cup Fan’s Last Request” by Steve Goodman
the ‘not’ should be ‘now’.
Never FReep when drinking beer.