They were born in the spring of Clinton's Presidential year
going home to a park they'd never played before.
They left yesterday behind them, and they saw those waves of fans.
Over eighty thousand people coming through the door.

When they first came to the mountains, the wins were far away
on the ropes and hanging by a thread.
Well, the string's already broken but the fans don't really care.
They come in fast, the novelty's not dead.

Oh, those Colorado Rocky Mountain guys!
Watching Dante Bichette hit those balls up to the sky!
Drinking Coors Light on the Rockpile makes 'em feel so high!
Rocky Mountain guys!

Well, the team had feeble pitching, and the runners just don't go.
But they hit the ball as far as you can see.
They say they won the Wild Card once, and tried to beat the Braves.
Won one of four, but kept the memory.

Now they walk in soft ineptitude through the August losing streaks
seeking wins in every game they play.
It may be time to spend the cash, so try and understand
the serenity of cool October days.

Oh, those Colorado Rocky Mountain guys!
Watching Larry Walker hit those balls up to the sky!
Picking up the Denver Post each day to see the media's reply!
Rocky Mountain guys!

Now the fans are full of wonder, but their pitchers still show fear
'cause the elevation just is not their friend.
Why they try and tear our hurlers down
to bring in a couple more, more runners, and we will just lose again.

But those Colorado Rocky Mountain guys!
Watching Todd Helton just hit those balls up to the sky!
You know I'd be a poorer man if I never saw a home run fly!
Rocky Mountain guys!

Those Colorado Rocky Mountain guys!
Watching Preston Wilson hit those balls up to the sky!
Friends around the ballpark, and everybody's high!
Rocky Mountain guys!
Rocky Mountain guys!
Rocky Mountain guys!
Rocky Mountain guys!
Rocky Mountain guys!
Rocky Mountain guys!