not my strongest but its been a long time… need to shake off the rust… I call it Neddy clause is coming to town.

You better watch out
You better be ready
You better not pout I’m tellin’ you why
neddy Claus is coming to town

He’s making a list and checkin’ it twice
Gonna find out who’s available and nice
neddy Claus is coming to town

He sees you when your playing
He knows when you’re benched
He knows if you’ve played bad or good
So play good for goodness sake
O you better watch out
You better be ready
You better not pout I’m tellin’ you why
Neddy Claus is coming to town

With little open money
And a tiny brain
manny being manny and juan pierre slapping
Neddy Claus is coming to town

With curly head martin to trade and sign
ethier, loney, and matt kemp to
Neddy Claus is coming to town

The fans and teams and owner land
Will have a jubilee
There gonna fill the roster with all the older guys who are cheap

So you better watch out
You better be ready
You better not pout I’m tellin’ you why
neddy Claus is coming
Neddy Claus is coming to town

Franks dreaming of a cheap christmas,
with all the money that he wont spend
With the free agents leaving and us fans groaning
to hear furcal signs elsewhere

franks dreaming of a cheap christmas,
because hes building fields for all the kids
Where Jaime’s saying and franks agreeing
to say manny is to expensive

franks dreaming of a cheap christmas,
with every contract he doesn’t have to pay
May your days be fearful and dark,
and may all your christmases be cheap

franks dreaming of a cheap christmas,
just because he doesn’t want another jones
May he only pay a little not sing CC
and may all your christmases be cheap

Just sit right back & you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful team
That started from this general manager with his tiny brain.
his mate was a mighty scouting man, The roster old for sure.
twenty Five passengers set sail that day for another loss for sure,
another loss for sure

The veterans started getting old, his bat was missing balls,
If only for the courage of the fearless fans
The season would be lost,
The season would be lost.

The team’s a-ground in the last place of this uncharted west
With joe torre
The colletti too,
The millionaire and his wife,
The chavez ravine

Here on McCourts pathetic team

ned was driving last Friday on his way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to bring more oldies but goodies
With the contract in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and he was
Running low on common sense and franks money
It’d been a long hard year
he had a lot on his mind
And he didn’t pay attention
he was going way to fast
And before he knew it he was spinning
On a call from frank mccourt
he saw both his veterans flash before his eyes
he didn’t even have time to cry
he was sooo fired
he threw her hands up in the air

logan took the wheel
Took it from his hands
Cause he can’t do this any more
neds gotta go
don’t give him one more chance
Save us from this road were on
took took the wheel

they were still getting older
When he made it to the ravine
And the signings came to a stop
he cried when she saw that old guy
In the infield looking like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
he bowed his head to pray
he said I’m sorry for the way
ned been signing these guys
I know weve got to change
So from now on tonight

logan took the wheel
Took it from his hands
Cause he can’t do this anymore
neds gotta go
dont give him one more chance
To save us from this road were on

Oh, logan took the wheel
Oh, neds gotta go
dont give him one more chance
Save us from this road were on
From this road were on
logan took the wheel
Oh, take it, take it from him
Oh, why, oh…

Come and listen to a story about a man named Ned
A stupid manager, barely kept his roster young,
Then one day he was singin’ ol boof,
And up through the minors came the bubblin’ youth.
Loney that is, Clayton Kershaw, Andre Ethier.

Well the next thing you know ole Ned’s a Idiot,
dodger fans said Ned get away from here
Said frisco is the place you ought to be
but he loaded up the roster and moved to veterans.
pvl’s, that is. Juan Pierre, Andruw Jones. – The dodger old fogies!

ENDING LYRICS

Well now its time to say good-bye to Ned and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly watching in.
You’re all invited back again to this locality
To have a heapin’ helpin’ of his Roster mentality
old figoes that is. Set a pitch. Take your jerseys off. Y’all sign new contracts now, y’hear?

Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize all the veterans you ever wanted in one moment
Would you sign them it or just let em slip?

Verse 1

Yo, there palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There is bengay on his joints already
bats forgettin’ he’s older
But on the surface he looks old and ready
To drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
hes not going to hit, the whole crowd goes so loud
He swings his bat but the strikes outs keep coming out
He’s choking, how? hes a freaken jokin’ now
The clock’s run out, three strikes, over loss!

Snap back to reality, oh there goes jaunpy
Oh, there goes jeff kant, he choked, he’s so happy
But hes still playing tomorrow, no he doenst care
He knows hes gonna go o for four
It don’t matter, he’s playing, he knows that
But he’s old, he’s so glad that he knows
When he goes back to his position
That’s when it’s back to the dug out again, yo
This whole rhapsody, better go capture this moment
And hope it don’t collapse on him

You better lose yourself in the big game
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in the game time, yo
You better lose yourself in the big game
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better

Verse 2

pitchers escapin’ through this hole’s that is gaping
This rookie is benched for the old guys
Make me swing as we move toward another stupid loss
A normal life is boring
But superstardom’s close to post career
It only gets harder, homie grows older
He blows us all over, stiking out all the old guys
Coast to coast shows, he’s known as the cagy veteran
Loney on the bench again
He knows he’s grown farther from younger, he’s no rookie
He goes in and barely knows a singe young player
But hold ya nose cuz here goes the huge game
These dodgers want him some mo’, he’s a veteran leader
They moved him to the clean up hitter who knows
how to hit and lead them
And so the so proper
His toll, it unfolds and I suppose hes old, partner
But the beat goes on
Duh duh doe, duh doe, dah dah dah dah

No more k’s, I’ma change for due called rules
Tear this up this veteran lineup with common sense
he was playin’ in the beginnin’, the mood all changed
he’s been chewed up and spit out and booed off field
But he kept swinging and steppen missing the next offering
Best believe somebody’s payin’ the high price
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that he can’t get by with hitting two o five
And I can’t provide the right type of average for my team
Cuz, man, these old guys just don’t buy winning
And there’s no motiv, there’s no ring waiting
This is our life and these times are so hard
And it’s gettin’ even harder tryin’ to swing and make contact
his money being wasted
Caught up between bein’ a veteran and a true winner
pierres momma crying, screamin’ on her
Too much for him to wanna stay leading off
Another damn out has gotten me to the point
hes like a snail, he’s got to formulate a plot
Or end up in still playing left
Success is his only flipping option, failure’s doenst matter
Momma love you but this guys got to go
hes gonna grow old in chavez ravine
So here he goes, it’s his shot
Feet fail us not
Cuz maybe the only opportunity that he got

ok im going to give this song thing a try

change the song I Love LA to I Love old guys… this is what ned sings to Joe and Frank

Hate good young players
there young and not ready
And all the young kids play like rookies
Let’s leave it to the to the veterans
That teams a little to young
For you and me, you young kid

Rollin’ another birthday for the old guys
With a big nasty young kid at my side
veterans wind blowin’ smoke from the north
As they expect to play

Roll down the window, put down the contract
sign all the veterans, baby
Don’t let the young kids play
We’re gonna ride em till we just can’t win it no more

From the east coast to the west coast
From the north Side to the south Side
veterans are very happy
‘Cause the playing is happening all the time
Looks like another losing day day

I love old guys (We love em)
I love old guys (We love e

Look at that jeff kent
Look at that schmidt
Look at that bum over there, man
He’s fat and named andruw
Look at this peirre
There ain’t nothin’ like em nowhere

kemp sitting day games (We love it)
Ethier on the bench (We love it)
nomar over LaRoche (We love it)
loney batting 8th (We love it, we love it)

I love old guys
I love old guys
(We love it)