The All Star Game’s a-comin’, it’s just a week away
Truist will be jumpin’, that Battery’s OK
But I’m in Snitker’s prison, the season’s draggin’ on
But the All Star game will be here, Braves’ chances will be gone.

When I had just turned ten years, the Braves all came to town
Henry, Eddie, Rico, Felipe of renown
But now I’m watching Fairchild, just to watch him fail
When Eli starts to pinch hit, I hang my head and wail.

The Dodgers keep reloading, paying the big bucks
We keep playing Harris, even though he sucks
Well when you try to win cheap I see just what you get
But the Phillies keep on winning; we’re not worth a bet.

I could leave old Snitker’s prison, become a big Mets fan
Drooling over Mrs Met become a Lindor stan
Far from Truist’s confines, but I just can’t let go.
Some years you have a great team, but sometimes you just blow.