Cubs Win

Mrs. Bennett baked a cherry pie

Mr. Bennett kept that house as cold as ice

It's what I can remember from the summer of 1989

And I was always the Chicago Cubs

And home plate was just in front of the shrubs

Chad moved in with his grandparents

And we killed the grass in the, baseline

Well I bet I pitched a thousand games

Through the burning sun and the sprinkling rain

June, July, and August

The summer I was 12 years old

Chad was always the New York Yankees

Same age as me, boy was long and lanky

Scrappy

And tough as nails

And his dad was in a pen

I'd say, Cubs win

Cubs win

I rode off on my bike

I shout back with a grin

I'd say Cubs win Chad

I'll be back tomorrow

And y'all can try again

Mrs. Bennett had a lazy eye

Mr. Bennett's first name was Clyde

He boxed in the garage

Stayed in that room until the day that he died

Now I can't even pull my shirt over my head

My shoulder is shot and my arm is dead

I still throw baseballs at boys

Like I did in 1989

And I hung out with Chad for just a couple more summers

Him and his mama moved to Dallas and I lost track of him

I seen his name in the paper today

Said he's going to the pen

I said, Cubs win, Cubs win

I rode off on my bike, I shout back with a grin

I said Cubs win Chad

I'll be back tomorrow

Y'all can try again

Guitar solo