Being a staunch Yankee fan, I still do not put myself in the category of a met hater. Yet one has to be cognizant of the futility of rooting for this team.
I look at the mets and see that they are sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at their next series and I see they need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why no one told you
how to convey your love
I don't know how the mets controlled you
they bought and sold you
I look at their game and I notice it's failing
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake they still aren't learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you
I look at the mets and see that they are sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at their next series and I see they need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I look from the stands at the play they are staging
While my guitar gently weeps
As I'm sitting here doing nothing but aging
Still my guitar gently weeps
Oh, oh, oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
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