I butchered the below song with new words below in reference to our Nationals
woes.

Just a bit of fun, as things will turn around, someday and I still will go to
more games this year.

Mike

Oringal song, before I butcher it.

Mike

My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
my Bonnie lies over the sea,
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
O bring back my Bonnie to me.

Chorus:
Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Bonnie to me, to me:
Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Bonnie to me.

O blow ye winds over the ocean,
O blow ye winds over the sea.
O blow ye winds over the ocean,
And bring back my Bonnie to me.

Repeat chorus

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed that my Bonnie was dead.

Repeat chorus

The winds have blown over the ocean,
The winds have blown over the sea,
The winds have blown over the ocean,
And brought back my Bonnie to me.

Repeat chorus

My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank,
The height of its contents to see,
I lit a small match to assist her,
O Bring back my Bonnie to me.

Repeat chorus

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
I stuck my feet out of the window,
In the morning the neighbors were dead.

Repeat chorus

My mother makes beer in the bathtub,
My father makes synthetic gin,
My sister makes fudge for a quarter,
Wouldja believe how the money rolls in?

Repeat chorus

My mother, she drowned in the bathtub,
My father, he died from his gin,
My sister choked on her chocolate,
My stars, what a fix I am in.

Repeat chorus

I tried making beer in the bathtub,
I tried making synthetic gin,
I tried making fudge for a living,
Now look at the shape that I'm in.





My Nationals Lie Over the Field

My Nationals Lie over the field,
Repeat,
Repeat,
O bring back my Nationals to me.

Chorus:
Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Nationals to me, to me:
Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Nationals to me.

O blow ye winds over the Outfield,
O blow ye winds over the Infield.
O blow ye winds over the Outfield,
And bring back my Nationals to me.

Repeat chorus

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed that my Nationals where Alive.

Repeat chorus

The winds have blown over the Outfield,
The winds have blown over the Outfield,
And brought back my Nationals to me.

Repeat chorus

My Nationals leaned over homeplate,
The height of its contents to see,
I lit a small scorecard to assist them,
O Bring back my Nationals to me.

Repeat chorus

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
I stuck my feet out of the chair,
In the morning the neighbors were dead.

Repeat chorus

My mother makes baseballs in the bathtub,
My father makes bats,
My sister makes steroids for a quarter,
Wouldja believe how the money rolls in?

Repeat chorus

My mother, she drowned in the bathtub,
My father, he died from his bat,
My sister choked on her steroids,
My stars, what a fix I am in.

Repeat chorus

I tried making National beer in the bathtub,
I tried making Aluminum bats,
I tried making steroids for a living,
Now look at the shape that I'm in.



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Cubs, Mets, anybody, does not matter, I guess, Nats Lose again.

Bring back Manny Acta!!

Now! LOL

Thank you.

Mike

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