Bye, bye, to my World Series high
Drove my Chevy over to Wrigley
But old Wrigley was dry
And those old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day Bartman dies
This'll be the day Bartman dies
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and flipped me off
I went down to the Waveland corner
Where I'd seen the pennant years before
But the man there said the pennant was in F-L-A
Well now, in the streets the children screamed
The Cub fans cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
Tho church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire the most
Santo, Banks, and Harrys' Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the pennant died
We started singin'
Bye, bye, to my World Series high
Drove my Chevy to old Wrigley
But Wrigley was dry
And good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day Bartman dies
This'll be the day Bartman dies