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Bleacher Bum Band

by Bleacher Bum Band

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Florida Man 04:21
Florida Man The greatest leadoff hitter in history Does amazing work for charity He can pick a throw while he does the splits Then he bunts the ball away from the shift Florida man And all night long. Rizzo gonna break the D He’s screaming out. You better be respecting me He plays with passion, drive and heart He catches balls climbing the tarp Gets beaned a lot, cause he crowds the plate His emotions live in a glass case. He's a Florida man And all night long. Rizzo gonna break the D He’s screaming out. You better be respecting me He’ll fight the Cincinnati Reds So put a C upon his chest Chokes up with two strikes in the count He pocketed the final out And all night long. Rizzo gonna break the D He’s screaming out. You better be respecting me I'm a Florida Man Florida Man
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I’m coming back to Wrigley with a ticket in my hand. No ring upon my finger because I am just a fan. And I spent most my money on sausages and beer And I was there when they won it that year. A pressured anticipation had the city tightly wrought With a 5-3 combination as the sailing ball was caught Half a dozen generations who had lived to see the day The Cubs would take the season all the way We’re coming back to Wrigley We’re coming back to Wrigley Where the ivy will start growin' And the April winds are blowing in today The conquerors in triumph bring the foreign trophy home Like old Caesar on the Appian way back in Ancient Rome While the cities of the vanquished have to turn around and look As history’s inscribed into the books We’re coming back to Wrigley We’re coming back to Wrigley They’ll be no talk of losing While the bleacher bums are boozing by the flags And we’ll pay more for the peanuts, we’ll pay more for the beer We’re paying for the players that can win another year. We’re coming back to Wrigley We’re coming back to Wrigley We’re all a little tougher So let’s just go win another one We’re all a little tougher So let’s just go win another one We’re all a little tougher So let’s just go win another one We’re all a little tougher So let’s just go win another one We’re Coming Back to Wrigley
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There is no fighting in the bleachers What did your mama teach ya? There is no fighting in the bleachers So take that shit outside You can get a sun tan Drink until your drunken Rooting for the Cubs and Acting like a punk and Watch em hit and runnin Having lots of fun and Show em all your loving Celebratin’, sufferin’ But you cannot fight Don't care who you don’t like Let’s all have fun tonight There is no fighting in the bleachers What did your mama teach ya? There is no fighting in the bleachers So take that shit outside You can catch a ball and Scream about a call and Be right on the wall and Pee into a trough and You can buy a dog and Sing a couple songs but Just keep on a walking If you’re into brawlin’ No, you cannot fight Don't care who you don’t like Let’s all have fun tonight There is no fighting in the bleachers What did your mama teach ya? There is no fighting in the bleachers So take that shit outside
4.
Took the train from Barrington to get drunk and have some fun in the Bleachers. Fireballs at Cubby Bear with his friends he doesn’t care if he’s late He boos and screams and cheers and he pounds a dozen beers in the bleachers. But the highlight of his day was when he made a cupsnake. They piled it high and piled it higher. Left field sucks came from the choir They stacked those cups for 27 rows How beautifully built those cups were Til a mean red shirted Usher Said buddy I think it’s time to go He’s a Cupsnake guy Chases Jagermeister with a mai tai But the best part of the game was stacking cups up in the 9th. Well he came to see the Cubs But instead he’s stacking cups in the bleachers He was too drunk by the 4th to care about the score of the game Now he’s reaching for the sky, heaping cups up super high in the bleachers Worth the hundred bucks he paid to get drunk and make a cup snake Everything felt so fantastic Holding his pillar of plastic A monument to Wrigley’s drunken fans Beer and dip spit raining showers From the massive slobber tower Thank God they gave em cups instead of cans He’s a Cupsnake guy Gonna lose his Theriot jersey tonight And the best part of the game was stacking cups up in the 9th. He’s Cupsnake guy Cupsnake Guy
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All the out of town baseball fans chuckle and scoff When they see Wrigley's bathrooms and pee in the trough I guess they must be pee shy and frozen in fear, As we stand side by side filling it up with beer…. But the troughs hold a secret that nobody knows, Cause when games ended, guess where the pee goes, Did you ever consider that maybe perhaps, They reuse what you peed, and then fill up the taps… No Budweiser doesn’t come from the Budweiser fairy When someone says that Bud tastes like piss, I am never contrary. The idea was put forth in 1986 as a money saving measure by old Harry Caray Thats why Budweiser tastes like crap, and Harry lives on in the taps. No Budweiser doesn’t come from the Budweiser fairy When someone says that Bud tastes like piss, I am never contrary. The idea was put forth in 1986 as a money saving measure by old Harry Caray You can drink the Goose island a frosty Mai Tai, But that pissy old beer is what I’m gonna buy. Yeah, I always drink Bud when watchin the Cubs play Harry Caray would have wanted me to get drunk this way. No Budweiser doesn’t come from the Budweiser fairy When someone says that Bud tastes like piss, I am never contrary. The idea was put forth in 1986 as a money saving measure by old Harry Caray Thats why Budwieser tastes like crap, and why Harry lives on in the taps. Lost verses….. Harry lives in the pressbox, he lives in the stands. He lives in the bleachers, in the hearts of the fans. He lives in the Ivy He lives in the bricks And he lives inside everyones Budweiser piss. No Budweiser doesn’t come from the Budweiser fairy When someone says that Bud tastes like piss, I am never contrary. The idea was put forth in 1986 as a money saving measure by old Harry Caray Thats why Budwieser tastes like crap, and why Harry lives on in the taps.
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The night the backup catcher got the win. I showed up down at 6:30 with a belly full of gin. I knew it would be a long one, Edwin Jackson was pitchin' The night the backup catcher got the win. Edwin Jackson only lasted four. The game was tied for 12 more innings, nobody could score. We went to Captain Morgan's cause we wanted to drink more. The night the backup catcher got the win. It was the night the backup catcher got the win (got the win) The night the backup catcher got the win (got the win) Sat in the upper deck with 3 of my best friends. The night the backup catcher got the win. We went just outside outside to have a smoke But as we stood beyond the gates, Captain Morgan's closed We got left outside and we couldn’t get back in. The night the backup catcher got the win. We were 3 sheets to the wind and over-served We couldn’t get back to our seats in upper deck reserved. So we watched a game from The Dugout on Addison The night the backup catcher got the win. It was the night the backup catcher got the win (got the win) The night the backup catcher got the win (got the win) Got sick outside of Wrigley from mixing beer and gin The night the backup catcher got the win. John Baker finally won it in 16 On the most exciting Sac Fly this baseball fan has seen But I sorta missed it, I was drunk as Charlie Sheen The night the backup catcher got the win. It was the night the backup catcher got the win (got the win) The night the backup catcher got the win (got the win) They threatened us with handcuffs when we tried to sneak back in The night the backup catcher got the win. (got the win) The night the backup catcher got the win. (got the win) The night the backup catcher got the win. (got the win) It was the night the backup catcher got the win.
7.
Rob Manfred likes Opening Days in winter He likes baseball games that don't go on to long Rob Manfred like more offense from the hitter Likes juicing up the ball and hitting dongs Intentional walks with just a finger And old umpires who’re always blowing calls Likes a National League DH But there’s one thing that Manfred hates Rob Manfred hates baseball Rob Manfred likes a pitch clock for the pitches And batters who stay inside the box Likes lessening the ball drag with lower stitches Likes half the teams making the playoffs Rob Manfred likes pitchers to face 3 batters And not paying minor leaguers at all Likes when catchers don’t block the plate But there’s one thing that Manfred hates Rob Manfred hates baseball Rob Manfred like TV deals and blackouts He likes letting the Houston Astros Cheat He likes when ticket prices keeps the fans out. And axing teams out of the minor leagues Rob Manfred’s gonna bring us robot umpires To tell CB Bucknor that he was wrong He likes putting money in the bank But there’s one that Manfred hates Rob Manfred hates baseball He wants to punch it in the face, He's the one you gotta thank Rob Manfred Hates Baseball
8.
It’s the bottom of the eighth and the game is getting late And the W is near But my Budweiser is gone and the vendors have moved on I hate when they disappear. But tonight the Cubs are winning and we’re almost outta here. One out closer to a beer. One out closer to a beer! It seems they raise the prices every single freaking year. So let’s 1-2-3 to victory and stand up to scream and cheer We’re one out closer to a beer In inebriated states we’ll be streaming towards the gates Clutching Cubby souvenirs To a bar across the street where you could possibly meet Wayne Messmer or Bob Dernier So let’s stand and shout for three more outs And get the hell outta here We’re one out closer to a beer.
9.
Ash in the Ivy. Cubs fans gonna spread, burnt bodies of the dead I’m singing, Ash in the Ivy, to Wrigley they return One last time in an urn Ash in the Ivy. Your late uncle Mark is always in the park. Ash in the Ivy. And Gramma Lucille’s forever at Wrigley Field Cub fans come out Wrigley when loved ones pass away So for eternity the dead can watch the Cubbies play Be careful in the bleachers when the wind is blowing out Cause you’ll get somebody's ashes in your beer and in your mouth Ash in the Ivy. Somebody’s Grampa Jack is on the warning track Ash in the Ivy. Cremains of the deceased flying up in the breeze. Ash in the Ivy. Your best friend Paul’s on the outfield wall Ash in the Ivy Your dear old Auntie grace in her final resting place Cub fans come out Wrigley when loved ones pass away So for eternity the dead can watch the Cubbies play Be careful in the bleachers when the wind is blowing out Cause you’ll get somebody's ashes in your beer and in your mouth Ash in the Ivy. Somebody’s Grampa Jack is on the warning track Ash in the Ivy. they’re resting at Wrigley for all eternity. For all eternity

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Bleacher Bum Band's self-titled debut album.

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released March 6, 2021

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Bleacher Bum Band Chicago, Illinois

Danny Rockett has written, sung, and produced songs about baseball and just about everything else under the sun in a musical career spanning over 2 decades.

Included on this page are baseball originals, covers and parodies and the music of the Ant-Folk Comedy band Bad Teenage Moustache
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