Tribe Season '08

Sung to the tune of "Love Potion Number Nine"

I made a call to Mr. Know-it-all

You know that sports host with a lot of gall

He's got a sports show that really tells it straight

Sellin' lots of talk ‘bout, the Tribe in 2008

I told him that we were a flop of late

We’ve been this way since 1948

He listened to my rant as he cleaned his dinner plate

He said "What you need is, to back the Tribe in ‘08"

He barked out and growled a lot and gave me a dare

He said "I'm gonna make a bet right here in the air"

“If Cleveland doesn’t win the pennant by the end of ‘08

I’ll hold my breath, I’ll close my eyes, I’ll lose some weight!”

I didn't know if he was wrong or right

I started bettin’ every game in sight

But when I saw Shapiro hadn’t made one trade to date

It broke my little bubble ‘bout, Tribe 2008