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Out of Left Field

by Bleacher Bum Band

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1.
We are the Cubs 03:02
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Tune in to 670 on my AM radio The Cubs are gonna win today, we’ll be singing “Go Cubs Go” Let’s hear it for Chicago, the world’s greatest fans We’ll have a ball and catch it all on Clark and Addison, singing Chicago fans! We are the Cubs! Sunshine in the bleachers, ivy on the wall In the stands with all the fans, it's great to see you all Take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd The Cubs are gonna win today, everybody sing it loud, singing Chicago fans! We are the Cubs! Let’s go out to Wrigley, hot dog and a beer We believe in the Cubbies, it's gonna be our year Let’s root on the players, let’s cheer on the team And in the fall we’ll party like is 2016 Chicago fans! We are the Cubs!
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Hug Watch 03:38
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Hug Watch, watching for hugs All your favorite players getting traded from the Cubs Hug Watch, watching for hugs All your favorite players getting traded from the Cubs Hug Watch, Hug Watch Hug watch, whaddaya got? Don’t wanna trade nothing but we wanna get a lot Division contenders wanna take all of our players While we’re filling up the system with a bunch of teenagers Hug Watch, watching for hugs All your favorite players getting traded from the Cubs Hug Watch, watching for hugs All your favorite players getting traded from the Cubs Hug Watch, Hug Watch I was hoping that they’d pony up a new contract But now the bullpen catcher’s gonna help you pack All the fans are sorry to see you go Sayonararrivedercciauvoireadios Hug Watch, watching for hugs All your favorite players getting traded from the Cubs Hug Watch, watching for hugs All your favorite players getting traded from the Cubs Hug Watch, Hug Watch Players crying in the dugout. Clean your locker in the clubhouse Wishing you the best of luck with your career The Time went by so quickly, so say goodbye to Wrigley Cause you can keep on playing but you can’t play here Hug Watch, watching for hugs All your favorite players getting traded from the Cubs Hug Watch, watching for hugs All your favorite players getting traded from the Cubs Hug Watch, Hug Watch
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Old Style 02:38
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Old Style, Old Style, Old Style Brewed at the turn of the last century La Crosse Wisconsin 200 miles from Milwaukee And it’s way old. Way old. Way old. Old Style. Drinking my daddy's beer Old Style. Every day of the year Old Style. Raise up a can and cheers. Old Style. In 1935 they moved to Chicago After prohibition, serving beer to Al Capone And it’s way old. Way old. Way old. Old Style. Brewed by G. Heilemann Old Style. In LaCrosse Wisconsin Old Style. Give me another can. Old Style And it’s way old. Way old. Way old. Old Style. A Chicago Handshake Old Style. Malört and then you chase Old Style. I hope they always make. Old Style Old Style always krausens every bottle they brew That’s why Old Style is always so flavorful and smooth And it’s way old. Way old. Way old. Old Style. In Chicago you’ll find. Old Style. A million Old Style signs Old Style. Order it every time. Old Style. Old Style.
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Blue Friday 03:45
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Blue Friday, They’re Goin’ Chicago’s heart is broken We don’t know when The good times will come back, again Blue Friday, defeated I guess a change was needed They’re hitting the highway, Blue Friday Wise men say that nothing lasts forever They say the past should just stay in the past Cubs fans never were gonna be ready Everyone was gone so gall darn fast Blue Friday, I’m hurting. And the future is uncertain Such sadness inside me, Blue Friday Wise men say that nothing lasts forever They say the past should just stay in the past But Cubs fans never were gonna be ready But everyone was gone so gall darn fast Blue Friday, it’s over There’s no baseball in October Blame the owner for my pain. Blue Friday Blame the owner for my pain. Blue Friday
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Ballad of Poncho Boy 03:23
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A bobblehead Saturday in the rainy month of May A smattering of bleacher fans were waiting at the gate The fans began to stream to go see their favorite team, They made 3 separate lines to pass through security There was one man who had a plan and knew just where to go Run to section 504 and down to the first row He had come prepared for rain with a plastic poncho He’d get revenge with his girlfriend without getting soaked And he’d sit there in the rain for 7 hours straight He’d sit right though the weather that had made the game delayed With his plastic poncho on, he’d sit all afternoon long That’s why I’m writing Poncho Boy this song Stuck at bag check was Bleacher Jeff, He’d picked the slowest line While Poncho’s line moved faster abetting in the crime For unbeknownst to Jeffrey a few weeks in the past He’d saved seats in his section making Poncho pretty mad He’d come back from Iowa to teach Jeff a lesson He’d claim Jeff’s customary seat in Jeff’s usual section For the tickets they both held said General Admission Revenge will be served cold and wet, no respect for tradition And he’d sit there in the rain for 7 hours straight He’d sit right though the weather that had made the game delayed With his plastic poncho on, he’d sit all afternoon long That’s why I’m writing Poncho Boy this song When Jeff got to his section he said, “what have we here?” A rookie season ticket holder who maybe comes to 20 games a year I’ll buy you guys a couple beers if you give up that seat If not I’m gonna shame you in a notorious tweet But Poncho Boy he wouldn’t budge, he wouldn’t move a muscle The seat the once held Bleacher Jeff now held a soaking couple The driving rain poured off his poncho pooling into puddles While Bleacher Jeff stayed warm and dry down in the Bleacher tunnel And he sat there in the rain for 7 hours straight He sat right though the weather that had made the game delayed With his plastic poncho on, he sat all afternoon long That’s why just wrote Poncho Boy this song
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Cubs of 69 05:05
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When Billy and Ernie and Ronnie and Glen Took everyone for a ride When Fergie and Randy and Kenny Holtzman Had Chicago on their side The day astronauts walked on the moon They beat Philadelphia twice And The New York Mets were 5 games behind The Cubs of 69. Nice They got castigated by Leo the Lip They played no home games at night Jenkins and Hands, 300 innings pitched It put their shoulders on ice While hippies at woodstock made love in the mud The Cubs split 4 games with the Giants And the New York Mets were 8 games behind The Cubs of 69. Nice. They were the Cubs of 69. Nice. The greatest second place team of all time Never lead again after September 9th The Cubs of 69. Nice. Leo knew who always finishes last And the Cubs were a bunch of nice guys Santo got jinxed by a little black cat Don Young was dropping pop flies Cubs lost 2 of 3 on a trip to LA While Charles Manson committed his crimes And the New York Mets were 7 games behind The Cubs of 69. Nice. They were the Cubs of 69. Nice. The greatest second place team of all time Never lead again after September 9th The Cubs of 69. Nice. The Cubs of 69 Hard hatted bleacher bums, Santo heel clicks Agee was out on the slide Holtzman shut down Atlanta with no hits But the starters were gettin so tired Phil Regan pitched almost half of the games Neil diamond sang Sweet Caroline (so good) The Cubs ended the season 8 games behind The Cubs of 69. They were the Cubs of 69. Nice. The greatest second place team of all time Never lead again after September 9th The Cubs of 69. Nice. The Cubs of 69. Nice.
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Steve Garvey's Hairy Arms 05:36
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When I was just a boy of 10 in 1984 Before I drank an Old Style or my first shot of Malört The Cubs played San Diego to be champs of the NL Won the first 2 games at Wrigley then it all went to hell The Padres put up 7, to put away game 3 A homer off of Frazier, and 5 on Eckersley Then in a see-saw battle, in critical game 4 The Cubbies lit up Gossage and evened up the score In Lee Smith’s second inning in the bottom of the 9th He got a strikeout swinging, everything was going fine Then Lee gave up a single off the bat of Tony Gwynn Steve Garvey hit a homer the Padres got the win He ran around the bases with his fist held in the air His wrist up to his elbow was all covered in hair It’s a painful memory that broke my prepubescent heart But I got PTSD from Steve Garvey’s hairy arms Then on a sunny Sunday, the Cubs led in game 5 Durham and Davis homered, our hopes were kept alive The Padres got a couple in the bottom of the 6th On some singles and some sac flies given up by Sutcliffe The bottom of the 7th started with a leadoff walk He sacrificed to second, Templeton bunted the ball Tim Flannery, a pinch hitter was sent up to the plate He hit the ball to Durham, and it went through his legs Martinez came around and quickly evened up the score Tony Gwynn hit a double and added on 2 more Steve Garvey hit a single, it bounced right off the mound Frey finally got Sutcliffe, brought in the lefty Trout Steve Garvey stood triumphantly there clapping on the base With his conservative haircut and his stupid handsome face But I was at home crying, I really took it hard But the thing that gives my nightmares is Steve Garvey’s hairy arms Steve Garvey devastated me when I was just a boy And then went 4 for 20 in the series vs Detroit But all his babies mamas loved his suave and dashing charm While my childhood got demolished by Steve Garvey’s hairy arms
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Damn Steve Bartman 02:21
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Damn Steve Bartman it was all his fault Never should have reached over the wall to catch the ball Had to wait 13 more years until we won it all Damn Steve Bartman it was all his fault Some fans wanna blame a little goat For the curse that occurred so long ago I blame Bartman sitting in the first row With his stupid turtleneck and his 80’s headphones Some blame Alex Gonzales, some blame Dusty Baker I’m still blaming Bartman almost 20 years later Bartman interfered with one of the Cubbies players Hope he’s still “Catching Hell” when he goes to meet his maker Damn Steve Bartman it was all his fault Never should have reached over the wall to catch the ball Had to wait 13 more years until we won it all Damn Steve Bartman it was all his fault. Some fans wanna blame a New York cat But all Bartman had to do was stand a little back Moises Alou even knew he could have made the catch That’s why Bartman’s name is forever in the trash His face should be on a half gallon Milk carton That says “Missing: Worst Cubs fan Steve Bartman” If I was a warden he’d never get a pardon If I pitched against him I’d give him a high hard one Damn Steve Bartman it was all his fault Never should have reached over the wall to catch the ball Had to wait 13 more years until we won it all Damn Steve Bartman it was all his fault All his fault
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Steve Stoned 05:55
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I wanna get Steve Stoned I wanna get Steve Stoned Take me down. Take me down to the South Side. Take Me down. Take me down on the Red Line. And we’ll all be feeling fine I wanna get Steve Stoned I wanna get Steve Stoned Take me down. Take me down to the G Rate Take Me down. Take me down on the tailgate And we’ll all be feeling great I wanna get Steve Stoned I wanna get Steve Stoned Steve Stoned, Steve Stoned Take me down. Take me down to the G Spot Take Me down. Take me down to the parking lot. Where we’ll all be smoking pot! I wanna get Steve Stoned Steve Stoned, Steve Stoned

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The Second Album from Cubs Rockers, Bleacher Bum Band

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released June 17, 2023

Danny Rockett, Bleacher Jeff, Jarrett Gable, Darko Kurjak, Gary Damico

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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.

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