Dusty's Midnight Runners

To the tune of...hell, you'll figure it out.

Poor old Danny Ray
Looked sad upon the rubber there, he threw a slider sixty-five.
Our fathers cried in '81 and who'd blame them.
Now we're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever.
Go Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
and we can sing just like Arroyo.

Come on EdE,
I swear (frequently) At this moment you mean everything,
With you showing bunt the thoughts in my gut, well it's sca-ry
Ah come on EdE...

Managers round here call double steals on
3-0 counts and we're resigned to watch it daily
Though HAVOC (not havoc), they are far more young and crafty
Remember Toora Loora Toora Loo-Rye-Aye
EdE if you drop that I'll kill you...

Come on Cherry you've got baseball genes
Ah come on let's run on everything,
That pointy Red "C"...Hell, let's bunt down by three
Ah come on let's, ah come on EdE, please.