Padres, Padres, oh, the grief I get from you.
The first day you played, I blessed you and said
"May heaven bestow you grace."
There in that football place, got beat by Willie Mays.

Our ballpark was weird, our pitchers not feared.
In baseball, we're no king.
All the day, Nate Colbert's swing
could not get us a ring.

Padres, Padres, what happened to the fun we knew?
Padres, Padres, oh, the grief I get from you.

The Yanks came along, sang Winfield their song
and won him with moneyed lies.
We of the golden shirts, trading Ozzie Smith hurts.

But Tony Gwynn played, a Pennant parade.
With Garvey our team had grown.
With Hoffman a flag has flown.
And now a new team home.

Padres, Padres, look forward to the fun that's new.
Padres, Padres, looking for victory.