Do they still play the blues in chicago,
When baseball season rolls 'round?
When the snow melts away,
Do the cubbies still play on their ivy covered burial ground?
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy,
Now they only bring fatigue.
To the home of the brave, the land of the free,
And the doormat of the national league.
The law of statistics says that evrything will happen that can.
But the last time the cubs won the national league pennant,
was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan.
I'd rather have the cubs keep losing than have the bomb dropped on my new home.