Torture
(To the tune of Billy Joel's "Pressure" -- original lyrics here)
When you became a Giants fan
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You didn’t really understand
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You thought it’s just a game that young
Men play
Now here you are, with the game
And the season on the line
You have begun to believe
And you have to deal with
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Matt Cain is standing on the mound
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The Giant’s bats don’t make a sound
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Bruce Bochy’s going to the Pen again
Watch Pablo swing one more time
At a ball above his head.
There are no words to describe,
But the closest word is
Torture
Just when things are looking so bleak,
Andres Torres
Goes on a streak.
Pat the Bat is driving the ball,
Sending it out
Over the wall.
(The Giants win again)
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Late in the game
The Giants lead
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By just one run
That’s all they need
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But first we put a couple men on base
Let other teams win their games
In the ordinary way
We just go on, while we can
No such thing as too much
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Kruk and Kuip just can’t look away
It just goes on
Day after day
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Give other teams their high-priced stars, okay
But here we are, we kept faith
With Huff-Daddy at the plate
You paint a beard on your face
Just to help you deal with
Torture
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Strike one, two, three!
Torture