They do well on occasion
They give you hope
They get into the playoffs
They seem they can cope

It got through Buckner
They won twice, but not since

Give them a lifetime of loyalty
But then shattered dreams
In the series sometimes but
Just can't win it seems

Or just the playoffs
Fair weather fans they may scoff
Oh no

They're simply the Mets
Bested some of the rest
Not as good as others,
Others It's just the Mets

Stuck in second gear,
Since hung up the dugout phone
Fans torn apart
Again they'd rather be alone

In my dreams see them win it all
Every year, every decade
Saw them in Spring training
Seems like every day
Just when they give you hope of good years
They fall apart in the playoffs

They're simply the Mets
Not as good as the rest
But better than some
Need apple for good luck
Miss seein' ol' Shea
And seeing the minor league team
We're still loyal,
Although sometimes they make us scream

Every time they fail us
We start losing control
You want to give up
Since came short of their goal
Feel disappointed when they lose last time
But hope springs eternal

Ooh They're the Mets
Some years better than rest
Some years are just awful
Must be a curse I bet
Ooh, they're stuck in pine tar
Although they didn't play that game
Yeah they might go far, yes they might
Steve Bartman's behind this somehow
Ooh They're the Mets