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  • Parody of "American Pie" by Don McLean (Marcus Tee)
  • Song Lyrics:

    A long, long time ago
    I can still remember
    When Ken Griffey used to crack that smile
    When Johnson pitched we had a chance
    When Edgar hit, the moose would dance
    And maybe we could win one, once in awhile

    But August always made me shiver
    A pennant they could not deliver
    Bad news from Nintendo
    They're saying Sayonara

    I can't remember if I cried
    When the owners said 'At least we tried'
    But something hurt me deep inside
    The day the M's said 'Bye'

    So bye-bye to those Mariner guys
    We tried to pass a levy but the votes came up shy
    There were lots of other cities who were willin' to buy
    They were promisin' the moon and the sky
    They'd put up a ballpark outside

    Did you buy a season's pass
    Or did you tell the M's to kiss your ass
    I hate to say 'I told you so'
    Hell, I can't believe the team left town
    There's nothing left but Seafair Clowns
    And could the Seahawks be the next team to go?

    Well, I know the players make a lot
    And the owners claim they don't make squat
    They both deserve to be boo-ed
    Because the fans are getting screwed

    It would've only cost us each ten bucks
    For an outdoor stadium with a roof that shuts
    But it looks like we're out of luck
    So kiss the M's good bye

    Looks like we're singin'
    Bye-bye to those Mariner guys
    We don't want to pay a levy for a sporting franchise
    We're sorry boys we think the cost is too high
    You'll have to play the Dome or goodbye
    It looks like it's the Dome or goodbye

    I read it in the Sporting News
    That they won the series with Sweet Lou
    The big parade's a week away
    And the players I admire most
    Drink champagne, give a toast
    Too bad they're on the other coast
    Too bad the M's said 'Bye'

    No more swinging
    Bye-bye to those Mariner's guys
    We tried to build a ballpark
    But the plan wouldn't fly
    We're sorry boys we don't taxes that high
    So it's got to be the dome or goodbye
    It's gotta be the dome or goodbye

    Too bad we are singing
    Bye-bye to those Mariner guys
    We don't to pay a levy for a sporting franchise
    We're sorry boys we think the cost is too high
    It's gotta be the Dome or goodbye

    (Dave AuJus)
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