Lyrics

I’m begging Bob to can Bell’s ass Day in and day out he’s hot fuckin trash Leavin Alan Busenitz in to blow the whole lead While we got real pitchers waiting in the wings It’s the dog days of summer And losing is a bitch If we ever won a game I can’t remember it 30 years of losing Got me out my fucking mind Bob, put Bell out of his misery Or at least put me out of mine Bob and Phil better cough up the cash This offseason we gotta make a big splash Don’t waste Elly’s prime like you did to J.D.V. Back up the brinks truck to G.A.B.P. It’s the dog days of summer And losing is a bitch If we ever won a game I can’t remember it 30 years of losing Got me out my fucking mind Bob, put Bell out of his misery Or at least put me out of mine Where you gonna go? It’s been a long year, I’m thinkin maybe home. Where you gonna go? Maybe a dirt nap 6 feet below It’s the dog days of summer And Bob is a bitch If we ever won a game It wasn’t cus of him 30 years of losing And I’m out of my fucking mind Bob put me out of my misery While there’s still time While there’s still time Oh I wanna fuckin die Drown me in a tub of Skyline chilli