Jay Bruce Almighty

He's not the Pearl from Tennessee,
He's not the Boss from New Jersey,
He's not the Earle from Ohio State,
But his name is Bruce and his game is great,

He don't sing in commercials like Bronson Arroyo,
He hits homers like Griffey and Dunn,
And he gives us more reason to have hope this season,
Cause we all believe he's the one,
Who was called up from Louisville to live out and fulfill,
His destiny truly and mighty,
So in praise of his name I now stand and proclaim,
He is Jay Bruce Almighty,

He's not the Lee who was strong and lean,
He's not the Willis on the big screen,
He's not the Isaac who plays football,
But his name is Bruce and I stand in awe

He don't sing in commercials like Bronson Arroyo,
He hits homers like Griffey and Dunn,
And he gives us more reason to have hope this season,
Cause we all believe he's the one,
Who was called up from Louisville to live out and fulfill,
His destiny truly and mighty,
So in praise of his name I now stand and proclaim,
He is Jay Bruce Almighty ...

Junior Griffey

I remember how he dazzled when he started in Seattle,
As the greatest talent we had ever seen,
He was naturally producing with no anabolic juicing,
And still getting by on pure ability,
When he came to Cincinnati all the hometown fans were glad he,
Took less money to play baseball for the Reds,
Cause he could have been a Yankee but apparently I think he,
Wants to win in the Queen City instead,

He's the greatest home run hitter that baseball should consider,
Who has never stuck a needle in his thigh,
No the arguments not iffy when the answer's Junior Griffey,
To the question who's the greatest of our time,
Not Bonds or McGwire,
Sosa and Palmeiro don't inspire,
There's just one, it's Junior Griffey,

Though it takes a while for mending with a torn patellar tendon,
He still refused to turn to HGH,
An aspirin's all he's taking when his banged up knees are aching,
And he won't go out as just a DH,
So let's hope for healthy seasons for a million simple reasons,
He's the kind of player baseball needs to see,
In a world that's full of cheaters and so short on good leaders,
Don't forget the best, it's Junior Griffey ...

This One Belongs To The Reds (2008)

Remember the days of Sweet Lou Piniella,
Even when he threw bases he was still a good fellow,
Cause we led wire to wire and we swept the World Series,
We beat Mark McGwire it brought me to tears,
When I watched the foul ball fly down the first base line,
It was one of those moments just frozen in time,
With Benzinger backing and making the play,
Remember the joy when we heard Marty say,
This One Belongs To The Reds,

So with Griffey and Dunn and Bob Castellini,
We'll bring back the days of the Big Red Machine,
When Morgan and Bench ruled the Queen City,
And other teams knew the games would not be pretty,
If everyone's healthy and we get some pitching,
We'll conquer the Cubbies and win the division,
With Dusty and Brandon and brand new heroes,
We'll bring back the legend of Mister Pete Rose,
This One Belongs To The Reds,

Remember the game that was pitched by Tom Browning,
How Fountain Square sang after his perfect outing,
I was standing and cheering tell me where were you,
When Pete Rose hit number 4192,
From Seaver to Rijo, from Foster to Larkin,
The Reds of the past will not be forgotten,
So play with the pride that these heroes displayed,
And give Marty a reason to constantly say,
This One Belongs To The Reds ...

The Cincinnati Fans

I've been a Bengal fan for as long as I remember,
So I'm used to the season being over in November,
I want my team to win it all sometime before I'm old,
And I still believe that one year they'll win the Super Bowl,

I was so excited back when we hired Marvin Lewis,
But he hasn't stopped the mediocre teams from running through us,
And I thought we had an offense right up there with best,
From the looks of things this year it appears that they regressed,

For Cincinnati fans it's the same old situation,
Watching optimism fading into sorrowful frustration,
The Bengals always let us down some time around the fall,
Then we turn our attention to our Reds and baseball,
But before the summer ends we're so far out of contention,
We forget about our Reds as we start again to mention,
The Bengals and the draft and our Super Bowl plans,
If anybody needs their team to win it's the Cincinnati fans,

I'm still a Reds fan cause I'm such a faithful guy,
So I'm used to their season being over by July,
I've done a little yelling and I've done a lot of bitching,
I'm a coach on my couch cause I see that we need pitching,

I was so excited back when we signed Junior Griffey,
And he might have had a chance to set the home run record if he,
Had stayed healthy long enough to play out a full season,
Can we claim a Cincinnati curse that has to be the reason,

For Cincinnati fans it's a neverending cycle,
We are searching for a savior, we are needing a revival,
So we call on Dusty Baker as the man to save our town,
Because so far Marvin Lewis has only let us down,
We spend a lot of time and we spend a lot of money,
Buying such expensive tickets that we fail to find it funny,
When we watch dejected faces exiting the stands,
If anybody needs their team to win it's the Cincinnati fans,
If anybody needs their team to win it's the Cincinnati fans ...

A Good Red

I remember the nights back when I was younger,
Spent listening to the radio,
My Mom and my Dad thought I was just sleeping,
Cause I kept the volume down low,
No matter if we played the Astros or Dodgers,
The pictures inside of my head,
Were painted by Marty and Joe, they're the reason,
That I fell in love with the Reds,

When I heard the old lefthander rounded the bases,
And finally went all the way home,
I wanted to cry but I just had to smile,
And wonder if he could have known,
How much he meant to so many who loved him,
And how we will never forget,
That we lost a good friend when we lost Joe Nuxhall,
But Heaven has gained a good Red,

I recall the excitement that I used to feel,
When Joe got to call a home run,
He'd tell the ball to get up and get out,
Making the game so much fun,
And I know that I'll miss him this upcoming season,
And think that he's still in the booth,
During the pauses in between pitches,
Bringing me back to my youth,

When I heard the old lefthander rounded the bases,
And finally went all the way home,
I wanted to cry but I just had to smile,
And wonder if he could have known,
How much he meant to so many who loved him,
And how we will never forget,
That we lost a good friend when we lost Joe Nuxhall,
But Heaven has gained a good Red ...

A Guy Named Pete (Not Named Rose)

Bud Selig's sending his staff down,
To see what's happened in our town,
Since Jerry Narron got abruptly canned,
He's heard some rumors he don't like,
There's a manager who's plugged the dike,
And he thinks it might be someone who's been banned,

Who would have thought that a guy named Pete,
Could make the Reds start to believe,
Right now only Cincinnati knows,
About a guy named Pete not named Rose,

This Pete drives down Pete Rose Way,
To get to work most every day,
Contemplating ways to win the game,
That Pete's in Vegas signing bats,
And selling hundred dollar hats,
When he should be sitting in the Hall of Fame,

He's an Interim in every way,
So it might not matter how we play,
Since they told him all the details in advance, But if the Reds can stay inspired,
Then Pete MacKanin might get hired,
And it's looking like he just might have a chance ...

My Bullpen

I feel like I've walked into a bar,
With all the fattest girls in town,
No matter which one that I pick,
I will always be let down,
So as I walk out to the mound,
Like a wounded sitting duck,
I just look down at the ground,
As I whisper what the heck

Was with that fastball down the middle of the plate,
Did you really think your setup pitch would make him swing too late,
Now you've walked the bases loaded and it's doubtful we can win,
As I look for your replacement in My Bullpen,

I asked for veteran relief,
And got Rheal Cormier,
Who caused a heaping load of grief,
With his 9 run ERA,
Who knew Todd Coffey would show up,
Forgetting how to get an out,
If Castellini wants results,
Here's what I'll tell him it's about,

I remember when Wayne Krivsky told me sometime in the spring,
That a 40 year old Texan would be pitching for our team,
So I cleaned out the best locker so the Rocket could move in,
Instead I got Mike Stanton pitching in My Bullpen,

We make the Nationals look like,
Babe Ruth and Gehrig in their prime,
With our staff from AAA,
And aging pitchers past their time,
By the time we see results,
From last year's big blockbuster trade,
Some other coach will have the task,
Of trying to guess which one to play,

But not even Sparky Anderson could make a difference here,
He'd take one look at Majewski, then he'd run to grab a beer,
He'd tell Griffey, Dunn, and Hamilton, you'd better score me 10,
Cause I just saw all the pitchers pitching in My Bullpen ...

This One Belongs To The Reds

Remember the days of sweet Lou Piniella,
Even when he threw bases he was still a good fellow,
Cause we led wire to wire and we swept the world series,
We beat Mark McGwire, it brought me to tears,
When I watched the foul ball fly down the first base line,
It was one of those moments just frozen in time,
With Benzinger backing and making the play,
Remember the joy when we heard Marty say: "This One Belongs To The Reds!"

So with Griffey and Dunn and Bob Castellini,
We'll bring back the days of the Big Red Machine,
When Morgan and Bench ruled the Queen City,
And other teams knew the games would not be pretty,
If everyone's healthy and we get some pitching,
We'll conquer the Cards and win the division,
With Narron and Bronson and brand new heroes,
We'll bring back the legend of Mr. Pete Rose, This One Belongs To The Reds,

Remember the game that was pitched by Tom Browning,
How Fountain Square sang after his perfect outing,
I was standing and cheering, tell me where were you,
When Pete Rose hit number 4192,
From Seaver to Rijo, from Foster to Larkin,
The Reds of the past will not be forgotten,
So play with the pride that these heroes displayed,
Give Marty a reason to constantly say: "This One Belongs To The Reds!"