I can't remember the last time that we won a game
What once was a dynasty now has become a damn shame
There are rude cries
From the bleachers
Fans embarassed to be at the park
Can't catch pop flies
Baseball creatures
Like Steve Sparks...

I've been thinkin bout teams that we've had in the past
Not many good ones, eighty seven sure was the last
But how could I have known that
Our team would go right down the drain
Watching tonight, I'll drink a brew
And I do know... that I will surely say...

There's no fight in these guys
One and seventeen
There's no talent to right
This downward careen
Ev'ry one of these guys
Should be on the minor scene
There's no fight in these guys
Dear lord, they're one and seventeen!

Palmer, Higginson, Inge, Paquette and Cornejo
Constant reminders - it's why the remote still gets thrown
There's not a chance in hell or heaven
That we'll ever crawl out of this hole
Why don't we just ship the whole team
Back to Toledo...My god, they do blow

There's no fight in these guys
One and seventeen
At the end of the game
Their jerseys are clean
It's a damn miracle
If the ball touches green
There's no fight in these guys
Dear lord, they're one and seventeen!

Should I keep on cheering?
While this team keeps steering downhill... steering downhill

I had a dream that Lou Whitaker came to play
He was joined by big Cecil
They blew the damn Royals away
I woke up quick and I chuckled
As I looked at the newspaper stats
Eighteen games in, oh my Tigers...are fourteen games back...

There's no fight in these guys
And it's painful to see
This sad group of boys
On the field in '03
There's a long way to go
Hope we haven't hit our peak
There's no fight in these guys
Dear lord, they're one and seventeen!