Bye, bye, to my World Series high

Drove my Chevy over to Wrigley

But old Wrigley was dry

And those old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singing this'll be the day Bartman dies

This'll be the day Bartman dies

 

 

 

 

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and flipped me off

I went down to the Waveland corner

Where I'd seen the pennant years before

But the man there said the pennant was in F-L-A

 

 

 

 

Well now, in the streets the children screamed

The Cub fans cried, and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

Tho church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire the most

Santo, Banks, and Harrys' Ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the pennant died

 

 

 

 

We started singin'

 

 

 

 

Bye, bye, to my World Series high

Drove my Chevy to old Wrigley

But Wrigley was dry

And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singing this'll be the day Bartman dies

This'll be the day Bartman dies

As an alternative lyric:

 

And the three things I admire most,

Santo, Banks and that Goddamn goat