when you're a met
you feel fret and dismay
from your opening set
to the season's last day

when you're a met
you'll be booed by the fans
you'll be kicked when you're down
you're a team they can't stand

you'll never atone
you'll never be respected
when ballgames are blown
your egos are affected
you feel dejected

that's what you get
when you show up at shea
you're a team to forget
you don't know how to play
when you're a met
you stay a met

when you're a met
you're the worst team in town
cause those damn yankee kids
wear the heavyweight crown

when you're a met
you won't hit anything
little boys versus men
you strike out when you swing

the mets will be jeered
their type of play just sickens
they don't instill fear
their turnstiles are not clickin'
their fans are chicken

here come the mets
and they look bad as hell
when the game's underway
they just don't play so well

here come the mets
they can't run, tag or slide
they're a team that's unsound
they got no place to hide

the game's on the line
they'll lose again, no kiddin'
forgettin' the signs
they oughta think of quittin'
they just ain't hittin'

here comes the mets
and you'll know they'll be beat
by every last team
they may happen to meet
in the whole...ever...mother...lovin'...league
yeah !