The Monorail Song.

Rockieball
Well, sir, there’s nothing on earth Like a horrying, Terri-fying, Morti-fying, Four-man, Starting staff! What’d I say? Pitching Staff! What’s it called? Rockie-ball! That’s right! Rockieball! Rockieball…Rockieball…Rockieball…. I hear those guys are awfully bad… In a few years, you’ll be real glad…. Is there a chance this trend could end? Not on your life, my mountain friend. What about our great offense? They can’t hit where the air is dense. Were you sent here by the devil? No, good sir, I’m on the level! The shine came off our top prospect Don’t you worry, that’s one aspect. I swear it’s Denver’s only choice… Throw up your hands and raise your voice! Rockieball! What’s it called? Rockieball! Once again… Rockieball! But our pitching staff is full of holes… They just need better control! Rockieball! Rockieball! Rockieball! [big finish] Rockieball! Rockie…… D’oh!