soxwon
03-31-2008, 03:56 PM
The white sox are a sailing vessell
churning through the baseball seas
taking port in every baseball city
dropping those teams to their knees
a full galley of players, all mean and tough and bold fans flocking to
the parks, from young, to infant, to old they come and witness, the
battleship white sox, destroying their teams sox shouting another year
another day, thus ending all their dreams
heavy guns of power, flank the sox with pride the swagger, and
confidence, once again preside opposing ships are blown apart, with the
chisox might captain ozzie, stearing the vessell, through fireworks in
the night
other teams try to stop them, with speed and pitching indeed but
southside offense, simply divides them, leaving em very teed the
swashby's of arr baseball waters, conquer all they see and the flag of
victory, raises up the mast, every night for thee
The fans of said, armatta, dancing in the streets waiting for home
arrival, of there heroes of baseball feats 40,000 greet them, loudly as
they take the field fireworks going crazy, fans fainting all sureal
The northside bullseye boys, keep watchin the old scoreboard each
dreaming someday, they will hold the southside victory torch The
league, is taken, over run, with White Sox blasting power The regiment,
is oh so awesome, the enemy hides and cower
The final days of the 08 war, will see opposition dead and lying As Sox
offense was much too strong, the A.L. teams give up even trying And as
King Ritchie, anoints the Team, as Chicago's dream comes true Old
monarch Selig, hems and haws. Until his frustration turns his face blue
The Sailing Ship called the White Sox, again rule the baseball seas The
swagger is now tradition, as the world reluctantly agrees The Northside
Marrioti-ites, all hide in Wrigley bars And Captain Ozzie, cusses
freely, and smiles then toasts his Stars
So the Battle is about to begin, its march and confident are we
Despite the media spinning lies, through our cannon blasts, our
fortress never cease But by September, the armatta reigns, And when the
smoke finally clears, the silver and black Prevails, it's tales like
this, told through joyful tears
So have a haaaaaaarrrrrrrrrty summer my friends.
churning through the baseball seas
taking port in every baseball city
dropping those teams to their knees
a full galley of players, all mean and tough and bold fans flocking to
the parks, from young, to infant, to old they come and witness, the
battleship white sox, destroying their teams sox shouting another year
another day, thus ending all their dreams
heavy guns of power, flank the sox with pride the swagger, and
confidence, once again preside opposing ships are blown apart, with the
chisox might captain ozzie, stearing the vessell, through fireworks in
the night
other teams try to stop them, with speed and pitching indeed but
southside offense, simply divides them, leaving em very teed the
swashby's of arr baseball waters, conquer all they see and the flag of
victory, raises up the mast, every night for thee
The fans of said, armatta, dancing in the streets waiting for home
arrival, of there heroes of baseball feats 40,000 greet them, loudly as
they take the field fireworks going crazy, fans fainting all sureal
The northside bullseye boys, keep watchin the old scoreboard each
dreaming someday, they will hold the southside victory torch The
league, is taken, over run, with White Sox blasting power The regiment,
is oh so awesome, the enemy hides and cower
The final days of the 08 war, will see opposition dead and lying As Sox
offense was much too strong, the A.L. teams give up even trying And as
King Ritchie, anoints the Team, as Chicago's dream comes true Old
monarch Selig, hems and haws. Until his frustration turns his face blue
The Sailing Ship called the White Sox, again rule the baseball seas The
swagger is now tradition, as the world reluctantly agrees The Northside
Marrioti-ites, all hide in Wrigley bars And Captain Ozzie, cusses
freely, and smiles then toasts his Stars
So the Battle is about to begin, its march and confident are we
Despite the media spinning lies, through our cannon blasts, our
fortress never cease But by September, the armatta reigns, And when the
smoke finally clears, the silver and black Prevails, it's tales like
this, told through joyful tears
So have a haaaaaaarrrrrrrrrty summer my friends.