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GotMeOnMyKnees:
TIGERS, Tigers, burning bright
In Spring Training ev'ry night,
What immortal coach am I
To frame thy fearful symmetry? |
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GotMeOnMyKnees:
In what distant park or town,
Cecil Fielder, skin of brown?
On what paths did he dare trek?
Hit it to the upper deck! |
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GotMeOnMyKnees:
And what place did we come in
Without a player good as he?
Who is here to anchor us?
Slugger Omar Infante? |
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GotMeOnMyKnees:
Who's the pitcher? who will catch?
In what furnace was thy brain?
When we finished next to last;
When we started Marcus Thames? |
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GotMeOnMyKnees:
When the stars threw down their spears,
And wander'd off to other teams,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made George Kell make thee? |
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GotMeOnMyKnees:
Detroit Tigers, burning bright
In Spring Training ev'ry night,
What immortal coach am I
To frame thy fearful symmetry? |
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GermanSuplex:
Simma-try? Simma... simma try? I don't think that's how you're
supposed to say the word. It's "simma-TREE." |
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TheAngryInge:
Right, like when Will Wright looks at a forest. |
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GotMeOnMyKnees:
Oh, sorry, give me a second. "yadda yadda coach am I, yadda yadda
simma |
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GotMeOnMyKnees:
Nope, you've ruined it. |
