You’ve gotta have Hart!!

Na-na-Not!!

All you really need is Hart!!

No you don’t!!

 

When Jamie’s sayin’ raise ticket prices,

That’s’ when the grin should start.

 

You’ve gotta elope!!

Mustn’t sit around and mope!!

90210 chick,

Grab sonny-boy and elope!!

 

When Grabowski’s battin’ zero.

Get your chin up off the floor.

 

Gibby, you can be a hero.

Thanks to that Orosco.

There’s nothin’ to it, eye black’ll do it.

Don’t gotta have Hart!!!

Piles and piles and piles of Hart!!

 

Oh, it’s fine to be a genius, of course.

Like the last guy, of course.

You don’t got to have Hart!!

 

A third baseman, we haven’t got.

A left field-ah, we haven’t got.

An ace start-ah, we haven’t got.

 

What’ve we got?

We’ve got squat!!

 

We’re so happy that we’re hummin.’

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

 

That’s the L.A. thing to do.

Giants’ll suck too.

And the Pads.

 

Eighteen years over due.

Eigh-eighhh-teen.

Don’t gotta have Hart!!

Piles and piles and piles of Hart!!

 

Oh it’s fine to be a genius, of course.

Might Theo be worse?

 

So what’s the use of cryin’?

Why should we curse?

We’ve got to get better.

‘Cause we can’t get worse.

 

Thanking God for it.

Ain’t got Hart!!!

Ain’t got Hart!!!

Ain’t got Hart!!!