Minny and her twin brother Paul: too long to win everything.
The pennant has not been seen for thirty-two years.
And every season drags on: no rings or metal flags.
October? No wins: What happened to our twins?

We wanted to become a franchise, a dynasty;
Under Kent and Kirby P. we would be the best.
That old autumn night is further out of sight;
Look at our current situation: No, nothing
Became
Quite right

Since Dan Gladden and Kirby; the force led by Herbie;
Aguilera and Guthrie; and Morris, Bedrock, Tapani;
But now we are “a strangler, forever mediocre”:
It’s been too long since we had our fun
In the year 19
19,
1991.

Damn, that was a classic; the best ever played:
Game 7, Morris goes to ten, Gene Larkin, champions parade!
Now the Braves are back, but our situation is grim:
No championships for decades, hardly any success in the playoffs.

Where is the power bat you can rely on?
Where is the leader that can kill our hopes of winning the cup?
When did our winning teams become pipe dreams?
Bring back the time when we
Everyone had
Soul (And
fuck you, Pohlads)

Featuring Dan Gladden and Kirby; led by Herbie;
Aguilera and Guthrie; and Morris, Bedrock, Tapani;
But now we are “a strangler, forever mediocre”:
It’s been too long since we had our fun
In the year 19
19,
1991.

The year is 2024.
Can’t we win a pennant? Our hearts are sore.
Why can’t our ball club play a role?
Let’s win
More,
More,
MORE!

And be like Gladden and Kirby; led by the power of Herbie;
Aguilera and Guthrie; and Morris, Bedrock, Tapani;
They call us “a strangler, forever mediocre”:
The last time we had fun
Was 1991.

(Now it’s) Carlos and Byron: Pablo’s arm fires;
Wallner and Larnach; a pen that evokes “Damn!” and “Damn!”;
Let’s take off the collar and stop being mediocre:
We will strive through the autumn sun,
Like 19,
19,
1991.

Base image via DGC Records