Okay, I know its a little early but the overplaying of this song combined with today's transpirings brought this on. Instread of crying in yet another beer, brother Bilo and I wrote a song. Feel free to add verses if you like, its quite liberating. I know it sounds negative, but you all know how we feel. We're just having fun here, I hope to god its wrong. Sung to the tune "Our Country" by John Mellencamp The optimism starts in Mesa every year Then Wood and Prior both get hurt And optimism turns to fear Here comes more excuses And simulated games These are our Cubbies From Santo's pissed calls To booted ground balls This teams as lifeless As the ivy on the walls These are our Cubbies They make a no name lefty look Like a hall of fame ace I'd love to land a slap across Soriano's face If he could only take a pitch And perhaps clog a base These are our Cubbies Blame poor fundamentals on broadcasters and day games These are our Cubbies The curse is still alive The frustrations' busting through I believe this loss belongs to folks like Z and Lou The voices of anguish echo from Clark and Addison These are our Cubbies From the east coast to the west coast This team is so toast, they're done These are our Cubbies I hope its too late to turn this thing around I'm not sure anything would change if Arod come to town Until then all you can do is pound your Old Style down These are our Cubbies