The small-market team
She has no feet
She cannot walk
Upon the street.
The small-market team
She has no cash
She cannot make
Offers to match.
She cannot build
Herself a team
She'll never win,
things always seem.
Through rain and snow
And thunderous skies,
She weeps forever
As she  flies,
And lays her prospects
High over town

And prays that they
Fall safely down.

...and prays that they
Fall safely down.
 

AND PRAYS THAT THEY
FALL SAFELY DOWN.

OH FOR THE
LOVE OF