The bleachers, the grandstands
I’ll be in the thick of it
If I got there by noon that ticket was in my hands
You have season tickets
So what
Wrigley said the games are for the kids, you and me
Sit us together end to end
Can’t get there, it’s on the TV
Your family shares those seats with their friends
So what
The Cubs are my team
Buy tickets with allowance
Cub players forever are no dream
Box seats are extravagance
So what
That’s how it was; now only the rich are deserved
Look the games are sold out
There are no seats unreserved
Want to get in today kid go ahead and pout
So what
I can’t afford to get in on my pocket change alas
But the Cubs are no longer the beloved losers
They don’t lose like they did in the past
But now when they lose they’re just losers
But I say, So What
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